[ WP ] You are tasked with conducting the funeral of the human race .

Helen was lifted into the hole and lowered down. 
 In my hand was the cube, a gift from the stars and her many, violent children. The amusement in their eyes when they gave me the option of `` ending it all'' made me want to run away. 
 
 They must have known. I would push the button. My only reason for living was in the fucking black box. 
 
 Right before the preacher spoke, I asked for a moment. 
 
 `` She was the reason I was here, the reason we all are. It ends, everything ends. My heart, my life... and earth.'' 
 
 With a flick of my thumb, I pressed the button and watched as everything turned into pixels and melted away. 
 
 I was left in a white nothingness. 
 
 Laughter made me turn around, floating, but not really weightless. 
 
 `` You have done your job well,'' the voice said. `` Now sleep until we need you again.'' 
 
 And I dreamed. Of Helen, of the world, and the black box still held in my hand.
