Dr. Carter showed me the archive footage today - real video from Before. Not the sanitized historical records, but personal recordings. A father teaching his son to ride a bike. Brothers arguing over video games. Men laughing together in a bar.

I've been told what was lost, but seeing it... hearing the voices, the camaraderie, the ordinary moments that were anything but ordinary... it's a different kind of grief. Not just for the lives lost, but for the textures of connection that this world will never know.

They keep asking if I feel special being the last one. Today, I just feel lonely in a way that has nothing to do with being surrounded by women.