[ WP ] A lone transmission plays on loop from a subterranean base .

A faint crackling noise marks the beginning of a transmission. 
 
 ****fzzzt**** 
 
 `` I'm sorry, alright?'' 
 
 `` It's not exactly your fault that we're the only ones left.'' 
 
 `` I did n't say it was. I'm sorry for your – for our – loss. Not because anything is my fault.'' 
 
 `` You never were one to take the blame.'' 
 
 `` You just said it was n't my fault.'' 
 
 `` It's not, but things happen. People change.'' 
 
 `` I doubt it.'' 
 
 `` We've still got our entire lives ahead of us.'' 
 
 `` Funny. I do n't see much point in being so optimistic.'' 
 
 `` You think there's no reason left to have hope?'' 
 
 `` There never was…. Hope is just a construct.'' 
 
 `` Just because something is a construct does n't mean it does n't exist.'' 
 
 `` Well, I do n't believe in it.'' 
 
 `` Do you believe in love? Power? Humanity?'' 
 
 `` …. It does n't matter anymore.'' 
 
 `` Since when were you into nihilism?'' 
 
 `` There's nobody left to love or to have power.'' 
 
 `` So? That does n't mean that they do n't matter.'' 
 
 `` Of course it does. If you do n't have humans, you ca n't have humanity.'' 
 
 `` But you just said it does n't matter if there's no humanity left.'' 
 
 `` That's not what I said.'' 
 
 `` Fine. Whatever, there's no point in arguing about this, right?'' 
 
 `` Right.'' 
 
 ``...'' 
 
 `` Hey, I have something I want to tell you before… you know.'' 
 
 `` Yeah?'' 
 
 `` I – I...'' 
 
 ****fzzzt**** 
 
 `` I'm sorry, alright?'' 
 
 A faint crackling noise marks the beginning, and end, of a transmission. But there are neither beginnings nor endings to stories, for they are moments in time plucked out of the stream of consciousness. It matters not where, but when, one might find solace in this endless whirlpool of existence.
