A cold, pale dawn greeted us. There was no one else left in the city: streets showed scattered cyborgs that were but hi-tech waste after the latest electromagnetic pulse from and old, fading sun.
The human tide seemed endless. We walked slowly, confused and downhearted. A deafening silence would reign –nobody was in a mood to talk–.
I noticed a girl whispering softly to an old man:
–What are we doing, grandpa, now that the light is coming to an end?
He stared at her from a pair of wrinkled eyes full of wisdom.
–The light as we know it is long gone. Today a new one is born. And we’ll learn to appreciate it.