Death took Karma away. Karma survived and Death had a car accident, and this suicide made this world sinking into the sun… only that no one can die anymore. Don’t let’s pretend we’re not at the end. Do you know the song? All are singing it now.  One last conscious moment of Death and everything will disintegrate. Thousands of years with day without night…! The last man to die became our God. We don’t know his name and we rather feel pain than pray to him but yet, he remains our hope for an end.

Somewhere in this universe, life began again its natural process. Since Death no longer existed, the best Life could do is to smash into herself and transform creatures in the weirdest forms. Everything was eating everything but everything was back in shape in no more than a remembrance of three days. One eating another was the purest form of love and sexual climax, besides hunger rage.

Ten millions years later, a spaceship pulled our Sun into a bottle, leaving all its occupants smoking free in empty space and cooling fast. The space ship left, we saw it explode few minutes’ away, sign that Karma was still kicking around.

Old and cold, millions of us got together into a big ball. All our ancestral energy produced a ghost creature hungry for progress and travel. We are today a planet with beer oceans and big screens projecting the planets’ past lives.