And All Things Will End

You clear your throat, mentally building a stage from which you can project your voice. Your audience is limited, but the speech must be perfect.

You feel pressure from all sides. Thoughts that are not your own tear through you. You remain standing, but for how long?

You build an answer to the singular question that has haunted humanity throughout the ages:

Why should humans continue to exist, rather than enter into the void and enjoy nonexistence?

Your mind is still partially owned by you.