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The smoke had long since cleared but I found my mind growing hazier by the second. What did it all mean - these strange symbols pouring out of my fingertips, alighting effortlessly on the glowing screen as if by their own accord? A gruesome image flitted through my mind causing an involuntary shudder to wrack my already unsteady body. It was an image of the dying times, when most of the world's population had been wiped out before our eyes. Before our eyes until the signal died following its creator into some afterlife of distant memory. That was so long ago now. Maybe I really was going crazy. Maybe these episodes of frantic nonsense were a warning of worse to come. From the room behind me I could hear the generator sputtering, threatening to run dry. Gas was scarce even with so few left to claim it. Hurriedly, I clicked post...