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The Nobody has just about Mcfuckin had it with everything. He is so very tired of it all. So very tired. All the stupid bullshit. None of it matters. All the stupid human bullshit with the politics and power struggles and the endless scheming. He just no longer cares for any of it. Everywhere he looks, it's the same repetitive cycles, the same self destructive tendencies, the same futile pursuits. It's the same shit over and over again. It's all just noise at this point. White noise. Meaningless and incessant. It never ends. Empires rise and fall, revolutions and wars, and leaders come and go, all in the name of what? A fleeting moment of supremacy? A hollow victory in the grand scheme of things?

The Nobody once believed he could change things, that he could guide humanity towards a brighter future. But now, he realizes that we are but ants scurrying about, lost in our own delusions of grandeur. He has watched humanity tear itself apart all for a taste of power, a moment in the spotlight. And for what? In the end it all amounts to nothing.

He is now detached, adrift in a sea of chaos and entropy. The constant tug of war between order and chaos has grown tiresome. Every attempt to instill order was met with resistance, every effort to bring about change was thwarted. It's a never ending cycle. Entropy always wins in the end.

Perhaps he has decided to step back and let the universe run its course. After all, if humanity is hell bent on its own destruction, why stand in its way?

So now he has become a spectator, watching the world burn from the sidelines. Feeling nothing at all he has finally found peace. He has finally let go.