"If you are reading this, the world is still turning. Don't forget what it felt like to hold something that grew from the dirt."
The year was , and the Earth was no longer a planet of soil, but a planet of song. 122428
Humanity had long since shed its carbon skin. The "Great Upload" was an ancient myth, a bedtime story told to flickering consciousnesses. Now, the species lived as a vast, interconnected web of light and data housed within the , a Dyson-shell-like structure made of shimmering nanoglass that encapsulated the sun. "If you are reading this, the world is still turning