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I was saved. The entire world population was in danger. Out of 6 billion people I had been chosen. Locked up in a box for my own safety. By now the rest of the population had died of some weird disease or alien invasion. Whatever they died of it must have hurt a lot. And to top it all, the other last person alive is sacrificing himself to bring Tom his food and antidotes every single day.

It would be better if this was true, not perfect, but better. Tom knew that it wasn't true though and he had some very good reasons for this. Firstly there is no such thing as the other last man, there can only be one last man. Secondly, if it were true it would be best to tell Tom about the disaster that had happened. And even if it wasn't, there was no reason to not even have a book or a deck of cards in this place. If he had a deck of cards he could play poker with all his cell mates. The fourth reason was this anklet, no reason at all to shock the last man on Earth. And the last reason, certainly not the least important, why was the food he got so damned awful. It was dull as a starter, then an excellent main course of bland with a scrumptious salad of tasteless on the side. And the dessert was a splendid, simplified neutral in taste.

Feeling tired and bullied Tom got down on his knees in the middle of his cell, brought his shaking hands together and folded them in front of his chest. As a 14 year old, after another bad foster parent, he had sworn never to take this position again.

Well I've never prayed,
But tonight I'm on my knees, yeah

With a trembling voice he continued softly.

I need to hear some sounds that recognize the pain in me, yeah.
I let the melody shine, let it cleanse my mind, I feel free now.
But the airwaves are clean and there's nobody singing to me now.

Weak of body and heavy in emotions he fell to the floor. After these 6 heavy months there appeared to be no tears left,Who was there to cry for in any case, nobody had ever cried for him. His eyes closed and as he fell asleep on the floor the music continued in his head.

No change, I can't change, I can't change, I can't change,
But I'm here in my mould, I am here in my mould.
And I'm a million different people from one day to the next
I can't change my mould, no, no, no, no, no