I am an incinerator, one of countless incinerators on the third planet.
The ship that is retreating in the sky is a garbage collection ship. In its main control computer lives my friend Dexia - the most powerful artificial intelligence in the world, which is used by almost all ships.
The human who comes to the control room by the fire every day suffers from neurasthenia. I don't know his name, but he should be regarded as my colleague.
——Let me describe my life as an incinerator this way.
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First person, for the purpose of expression, some chapters will change the narrative subject. Half fairy tale and half prose, it has a main line, but it advances very slowly.
——I am the end of all stories, and all fires will eventually reach me.
Purpose: to live again