Third of December 292,277,026,596, somewhere in the universe.
— Blorbz, brace yourself. Tomorrow is the end of the world. We knew it for ages. It’s now our last day.
— My Blorbz, I can’t accept it. Why? Everything is looking fine. There’s no supernova predicted, no strange black hole activity, nothing.
— I know, young Blorbz. We don’t understand it. But the Great Ancient’s calendar does not go beyond that date. It tells something. Their civilization is so mythical. We have to trust their wisdom when they decided to use only 64bits.
— Yes my Blorbz…
This post is a drabble.

The In the year 292,277,026,596 by Lionel Dricot, unless otherwise expressly stated, is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution 2.0 Belgium License.
CQFD!
Heureusement que les Grands Anciens n’ont jamais eu l’occasion de programmer des cellules d’hyper-sommeil, ou sinon, ça aurait probablement fini comme dans le prochain jeu de Notch : http://0x10c.com/story/
Drabble you said ?
… interesting… what is it? … (click!)
well, that’s the problem with wikipedia …
https://xkcd.com/214/
In that case, ending at John Titor