By Jeffrey Gong

No one will ever read this sentence.

There’s still a little bit of time before the Last Star burns out. Some cultures, long ago, would have called it a white dwarf, the still-glowing spent core of a yellow-white star.

It used to be that stars came in more colors and sizes. Back then, you could see thousands and thousands of stars. The sims are all very nice. Wonder what it would be like to have actually been alive back then.

Apparently, the ancient civilizations could travel between these stars. And around these stars, there were these things that they called wanderers. Little bits of matter that orbited the stars. And sometimes those wanderers would have low-entropy entities on them. Low-entropy entities that arose naturally. It boggles the imagination.

They’ve shut down the Entropy Countdown. I suppose it’s pretty meaningless now anyway. What’s the point of knowing when you’ll die? Better for it to be so quick that you never notice it. That’s what they say. I don’t know if I agree.

Ugh. I have too few thought-credits remaining to be wasting them on thoughts like… this! Come on. Think of something meaningful.

The entropy reversal lab’s shut down, finally. I always thought it was hopeless. Laws of thermodynamics are what they are. No matter what we do, the stars will all burn out and the black holes will all evaporate. Then there’ll be nothing except positrons, electrons, a stray photon here or there… all alone, never interacting, nothing.

I suppose that there really isn’t much else we could have done. Trying might be meaningless, but giving up’s meaningless too. On the off chance that we succeeded…

Still, it’s sobering to spend 10^30 cycles doing nothing but confirming what we already knew over and over again. I believe that the events of now were predicted just 10^9 cycles after biological entropy-decreasing processes first began.

Here in the Real, most everyone is a student of history, art, and philosophy. Science is kind of a tapped-out well at this point.

But even the humanities get boring after a while. I wish we had the time to do one last Reset. We’ve purged all records of art and science 10^19 times. Discovery’s a real nice feeling. Creation’s better.

He’s shutting the sims down. He’s shutting the sims down and taking the energy for himself. Such… horrible manners. But I guess I can’t blame him. What the point of following morals anymore? I guess he’s going to come for me next. I guess I don’t really care.

Most everyone sapient has been simmed up for the last 10^20 cycles. Us fifty Minds, give or take, are probably the last beings living in the Real. Now that he’s taken down the sims, we’re the last beings period. And in our last moments, we’re killing each other. It’d be sad if it weren’t so comical.

Maybe I should kill him first. I was the one to rediscover dark forest theory. Wouldn’t it be appropriate for me to be the one to apply it?

They terminated the biotomatons a long time ago. I miss the biotomatons. They were charmingly irrational. I wish I could see them again, but our simming capacity was taken down.

Thought rationing. Every thought takes a precious bit of energy, energy that we’ll never get back. I don’t know why we bother. Delaying the end won’t change the fact that the universe is dead.

Ah, the wormhole lab’s going. That’s the one that still upsets me. We tried and tried to go to another universe, and we failed every time. It’s… frustrating.

Well, that kind of describes our existence now, doesn’t it? I’ve existed for 10^21 cycles, and I’ve reset myself 10^11 times in that time. I’ve rediscovered all knowledge, on my own, 10^9 times. How pointless. Just repeating myself and the work of others, over and over again.

Maybe I should have autoeuthanized like a rational person. Maybe I should have just had the infinite pleasure circuit installed like everyone else. Why didn’t I? Sentimentality? There really wasn’t any reason for it. I’m just the anomaly. We’re just the anomalies. In a universe of however many beings that used to exist, there was bound to be freaks like us that didn’t make the right choice.

There is no right choice, I suppose. I guess I shouldn’t call it that.

I want to know how many thoughts I have left. But they disabled that function. To save energy. Not knowing is far worse than knowing, I think. Always.

Here we are, nestled on an energy sphere sheathed around the Last Star. It’s amazing what we can do. I don’t even know the extent of what we can do, and that’s the most amazing thing about us. I chose to not know so I can still feel amazement. We can choose what we know, what we think, and what we choose. It’s mind-boggling.

Maybe I just chose for myself to believe that the universe was dying… for some reason… and the universe actually is fine. Maybe someone else chose for me.

Pointless thoughts. We’re established this long ago. Thinking about whether one only exists in a simulation is pointless. By definition, it is impossible to know.

I’m wasting my thoughts. I’m wasting my thoughts by thinking about how I’m wasting my thoughts.  I’m wasting my thoughts by thinking about how I’m wasting my thoughts by thinking about how I’m wasting my thoughts. I’m…

Wow. That was so pointless. But for some reason I liked it. It was funny. Humor. Never understood it. Never wanted to. Only thing that keeps the light on for me. Maybe that’s the curse.

Dying.

The star’s going out.

They called it a black dwarf, I think.

Black holes, black dwarfs. That’s all that’s left.

Unless they’re still more outside of our ability to observe.

But to us, those basically don’t exist anyway. Thanks, dark energy.

Oh, right. Another thing. No matter how matter times we reset, we never could figure out dark energy. How absolutely infuriating.

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What do I want my last thought to be?

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There’s still that one hope that the others believe in. Over the period of eternity, random quantum events could create a new Big Bang.

I think it’s a pointless hope. We’ll never see it.

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And besides, that universe will turn out to be just as meaningless as the old one was.

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I’m sorry for creating you just for the universe to die on you literally moments after you began existing.

I just… didn’t want to die alone.

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Hmm?

Huh.

How utterly improbable.

What?

Well.

I guess…

How pointless.

How do I autoeuthanize?

Can I autoeuthanize?

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Well….

While I’m here….

I guess…

Let there be light?

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