The first registered citizen of Babylonia in Syntactic Labyrinths. Living in Babel is a hectic life. A literall crawl towards a collective purpose. Mankind has never been this united, building the Library to preserve their species. The world outside is hostile and incapable of sustaining life. Strong UV-radiation has burned the crops and boiled the oceans.
Methane gas has bubbled up from the ocean floor and burst into the air, turning it poisonous and flammable. When lightning strikes, clouds of napalm jettison through the skyline. When looking at it this way, the hectic life in Babel still seems favourable. Their city is underground. Their lab is in fortified concrete. For the time being they will keep working at the Library and uploading their collective knowledge.
[1]: Dreams of Blauw are any form of crystallised thought based on honest expression. Sometimes they linger a shade of blue in your after-image.