End of life's journey

A well-built, tanned man sat by the window of a private jet. He was an ordinary psychologist whom people idolized, often considering him a prophet or whatever they called him. The truth is, people are too stupid. Greedy, arrogant, cruel to themselves and others, deceitful. The list can be enumerated forever. Tired from their qualities that they hide under the guise of a respectable citizen, he once wondered why he works 6 hours a day, receiving pennies in comparison with others. People are so vulnerable and controllable that it is impossible not to take advantage of them.

He left his job for two years. Nobody knew what he was doing then and where he had disappeared. But one day he came back and asked to go back to work, saying that he was improving his qualifications. He was welcomed back with joy, but he was no longer the same person. Let his eyes always glow with warmth, and his speech always calmed people, he was not who he seemed.

The eyes shone with laughter at the stupidity of people. Speeches made everyone dance to his tune. By controlling drugs, weapons, many cogs of the government, he determined his fate in this broken system. Few people knew his face, but he made himself a necessary cog in the system, without which it would fall apart for a long time. All people are like marionettes - pull the necessary strings, cut that ... Although sometimes there were individuals who were difficult to understand and this made his blood boil. But all of them did not last long.

And now boring times have come again. Having reached unthinkable wealth. Reaching unthinkable power He has lost the meaning of life. If there is meaning in your life? the answer is no. As long as you are not immortal, there is no sense in it. However, the very concept of immortality is rather vague.

While the man was thinking about the meaning of life outside, something exploded. The left engine that could be seen from the man's window was burning and roaring. After a couple of seconds, the plane began to peak right into the reefs, which were magically located on the surface of the sea.

"34 seconds before the collision, there is no chance of survival." The man told himself, calculating the speed and height.

"And this is how I will die after all that I have experienced, from the incompetence of the mechanics." - he clinked a glass with himself into the reflection of the window and drank a 1926 MACALLAN.

Letting out a deep breath, he smiled: "A good whiskey, however."

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