from time to time we must be perfect, it takes only a few seconds and we met for hours to admit that is where it should, and again, it takes years back and such, but no way to otherwise, the progress was irrelevant, since humans exist, life itself is a problem, solve it as it is the only issue that deserves attention, have a computer or a washing machine does not help me, in 1500, with 0 and -2009, the man looks at his life in the face, without lying, and in an effort of generosity he asked, who am I, the answer comes immediately I am, but it stops there, I'm what, plumber, architect, with two children, a house in the suburbs or trendy loft in Paris, single, to be or not to be, a body, two eyes, two arms two legs, a head at the outset he had planned two, but finally they decided, a head, a sex, the two permanently connected for greater efficiency, because the main project, is procreation, it must renew humanity to yield the same bullshit from generation to generation, perhaps to the destruction of Earth by atomic war or the shock of a large comet that causes the earth in a mad rush the sun finally set so close that the heat rises to 100 degrees, three-quarters of the population die immediately, in the last quarter had the chance to be on an ice rink or nose in the refrigerator when the temperature rises, with a little trick the survivors manage to massage in Siberia and Alaska, they have become beasts, hunting for food with bare hands, but thanks to human intelligence, just a few generations to create clothing coolers, and little by little human recolonize the earth by building cities beneath the earth, the electricity is produced from heat is on the surface, but nearly two opposing clans to possess all the power is only 80 years after leaving Earth's orbit to move closer to the sun than the first war of this new world, but as it happens underground, nothing happens on the surface that's top