• Everything has a past. But not everything has a present. Few have a future. I live the future .It is fading and darkness is destroying us. We are losing the human touch, the human form. Ruled by robots, even I have a robotic arm. Fear is the only thing we know along with darkness. We learn to live like it, so we learn to die. We are becoming without a heart, without soul. But I don’t want to die here. If the future ends, there is neither past nor present. We want save the demens, all of them. But we can’t do it with just the future; we need the past. So we have tried to make contact with the past, but they haven’t replied. Will they reply? Or has our slow suicide already removed their existence? I go alone to the present, to 2071 Krons, where the first signs of our death began. Maybe, someone from the past demen will join me…