But up there, in the middle of a mute universe, he finally understood:
the noise never came from the outside.
It had always been inside him.
And there was no off switch.
No way out.
Only Noise.

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The golden city fell silent, a warning that no throne floats without those who uphold it

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Until one day, the servants vanished. The food ran out. Hunger consumed their lineage. Their pleas were lost to the wind. The tower, now empty, bears a single word written in blood: HELP. A cry with no ears left to hear it.

The Supreme Leaders rose above all, untouchable in their city suspended in the sky. From there, they dictated laws and punished the disobedient, convinced their power was eternal. They toasted with wine, far from the misery of the lowborn, certain that obedience would never end.

No one has taken it down. No one can. It’s a relic of an extinct world, a reminder of a time when humans still existed.

Perhaps, if Ro-Bots knew how to laugh, they would.
Perhaps, one day, they will learn.

But their creations remain. The Ro-Bots don’t need cafés, yet they still go. They have no vocal cords, yet they try to speak. They don’t drink coffee, yet they hold it, let it grow cold… and throw it away.

The sign on the wall still reads: "We do not serve Ro-Bots here."

The story of humanity didn’t end with a bang, but with a whisper. It wasn’t war or some great tragedy. Just a series of small mistakes, repeated endlessly, until there was no one left to correct them.

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The self-proclaimed gods stumbled upon a curious object: the human 'cellphone.' Fascinated, they made it their new oracle, immersing themselves in its glow until they forgot the world they once ruled. Thus, the city of gods fell silent, as they, entranced, worshiped their newfound idol

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