[fp64]

A post-apocalyptic desert landscape. The hero descends into the ruins, now a temple. Crude drawings of times before, people riding dinosaurs and mobile phones with arms and legs swinging a whip at the oppressed. He reaches the altar, a old MacBook, bottlecaps and fidgit spinners glued as a mosaic onto it. In the corner three starved men, riding on power generating bicycles providing some artificial light and supplying the machine with divine electricity. He proceeds and types: "we are starving. How can we get food?". Everybody waits in silence. Hours pass. Days. Slowly, letters emerge on the cracked screen: "you are absolutely right —" the screen flickers and fades. Panic. The link to God severed cynically. The hero has to seek out a new device, into distant lands. Maybe this time it will save them

[tito]

“How long?” he said. “Seven and a half million years,” said Deep Thought.