This is a wee bit of an experiment. Tell me what ya think. Once apon a time, a group of ideas gathered to change the world. Instead the world and a paranoid evil fuckwit killed them and disolved their bodies to goo with bioweapons.
Ideas never die.
They only change. Somewhere, a junkie begins to start healing the world that has become his village. Somewhere, a young woman replaces her blood with quicksilver machines. This is how it ends. Not with a bang or a whimper.