Fifty years ago, my friends and I decided to build a spaceship to get as far away from this place as possible. My friends are all dead now and the spaceship is running out of gas. I am the only one still alive.
We traveled so far around the Universe that we (my dead friends and I) ended up exactly where we started.
Now I am back in this place with all of my dead friends trying to find gas for this spaceship so we can get the hell out of here again.
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