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"I don't feel like dying." His voice became hushed, and his eyes were wide. "What is the singularity?" "Well, no, you weren't one of those. A singularity is a place that never comes again." "It's just a place where something never goes. I would do the same thing again!" "I wouldn't," he said quietly. "It's time to stop thinking of it as a singularity." "It's not about thinking. I have a thousand people around me, many trying to break the world of the dead." "I'm sure, sir, but it's not worth it to me." "You need to come down from this island." "They can't let me. I don't know any other way to get rid of them." "You know that the only people that get out are the ones that're here already. I won't let you." "I won't just let you…" "No. I can't do that. Not if I know that something's coming up there, I won't let it take over. I know my wife knows this too." "I know, sir, but then I see that someone is trying to tell you." "I know, sir." "You're so dumb." "I…" I looked up and there was a man sitting at the bus station. I tried walking off, but he grabbed a gun, pointed it at me and said, "Just leave me alone. I don't wanna talk to you anymore." "You… you can't do anything else." "I know. But it's just me. And if we're not together, it'll go away." And with that, he disappeared. I didn't go anywhere. I sat on the bench staring at the city, transfixed. "It was just one of those islands, like me."