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You have ten years left to live. The day, the date, the time, they are all set. You are told this by the news, a friend, a teacher, a lover. You hear the words, maybe they’re repeated, maybe not. They are foggy at best. Grey. Cloudy. Dazed. You now have a clock that runs in the back of your head. Every morning, tick tock, and every evening, tick tock. Never to stop. Until your time is up.
Imagine if everyone everywhere was told this same thing. 10 years. The end. The earth will no more be. Not a disease or sickness that breeds hope and unity around a cause. No more Earth. Everything gone.
What does humanity do with it’s remaining time?