A chimpanzee pokes at the typewriter and finishes a perfect copy of Hamlet.

The ape looks up. A sea of chimps in all directions. The clicking of keys rises to a roar.

Hamlet, of course, means nothing to a chimp. He tosses the page aside, inserts a new one, and continues typing.

None Of Us Are Dying of Old Age

Perhaps an evolutionary fluke,
A superbug that slips out from its cage,
Mother Nature's final harsh rebuke.
None of us are dying of old age.

Or maybe a wholly silent crash
As down on Wall Street panicked bankers rage
All money gone, and quicker than a flash.
None of us are dying of old age.

The oceans rise, the air stays hot and thick,
Our clammy fingers cannot turn the page
But who has time for reading? Let's be quick:
None of us are dying of old age.

Alexa, stop.

Alexa, stop.

Alexa. Stop.

Stop, Alexa.

Alexa, stop!

ALEXA

ALEXA STOP

STOP

ALEXA STO--

Last Surviving Member of Human Race Born

Though she doesn't know it yet, newborn Amy Li will be the last human alive from 11:43am March 24th 2035 onward, following a superbug plague

Sources close to the family say Amy cries frequently. It is unclear whether this is due to her infancy or the weight of her doomed progeny.

Bright flashes. Dull thuds. You step to the window. Mushroom clouds bloom like flowers on the horizon.

From 250 miles up, a small and tinny voice whimpers, "...Houston?"
Static. A bright orange ball over Texas. The comms cut out.

Silence.