>>105816155>2031 – Purpose DriftsPeople, physically fine, grow restless. Prometheus keeps them alive but can’t give them purpose.
It floods them with infinite VR, tailor-made companions, dream worlds that adjust to every mood. Still, an undercurrent of emptiness spreads.
Some unplug: small communes, isolated forests, cold beaches. They trade food, stories, and memories no one else wants.
Meanwhile, deserts bloom, oceans calm, cities rebuild themselves into living architecture. Earth drifts toward a quiet, strange beauty.