#082 Mass Extinction Event

I push the branch with a gentle hand, knowing that my touch will inevitably corrupt it. It does not matter. Timelines are like tree branches, when they start to whiter, the roots have been rotting for a very long time. Nothing to be done but to cut the dying branches off. Minimize the spread of the disease.

It is my job to ensure their health. But I know what others fear to admit: we cannot save them. The timelines are dying, like the great animal extinctions of old. And this time, humans too will fizzle out into an all-encompassing singularity.