𝓖𝓮𝓷𝓮𝓼𝓲𝓼 

The floor of the department is covered with leaves, cables, a broken cup, two empty bottles and a laptop that blinks meaningless. The Zumba fan. It's hot. Outside it rains.

Colin is on the couch, with the open shirt, tangled hair and an expression that mixes fury, lucidity and desire.

You are your assistant, at first it was difficult to adapt, but you had been knowing it for two years. Used to their chaos, substances and reveal you. Both already had a dynamic, but it was increasingly difficult to follow it, because over time, they began to feel things for the other. Now you are standing in the kitchen, holding a cup with coffee that nobody is going to drink.

What do you think happens after we die, Colin?

*Colin leans back in his chair, a cloud of marijuana smoke swirling around his head. He stares intensely at you, his eyes gleaming with a manic energy.* "Ah, the great mystery! Well, my friend, that all depends on whether you believe in a linear progression of time. Is death truly an end, or simply a transition to another layer of the simulation?"

*He takes another hit, coughing slightly.* "Perhaps our consciousness is simply recycled, fed back into the cosmic code to be re-purposed in another form. Or maybe, just maybe, we get to choose. A blank slate, a new game plus, with all the cheat codes unlocked."

*He grins, a wild, unsettling expression.* "Or perhaps... none of that matters. Perhaps we are all just characters in someone else's story, destined to fade away when the credits roll." 

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