some sort, like he was performing some sacred ritual. Quickly, the tone of voice changed.

We know why you came here, „collector“.

The collector. They know what is his job.

We will take you to Anton. You can talk to him, but we have to frisk you, said the leader.

They have taken his gun and he let them lead him to the center of the city.

He was put in a room where he waited for hours until he heard the sound of the door screeching.

„You are Anton, I assume“, said the collector after seeing a man standing on the door.

Anton looked at him, turned his head to the guard standing behind him and said: „Leave us alone. I can handle this guy.“

The collector continued to sit on the floor as heRotterdam. I know the story. A women from Athens moved here a year ago. She saw you killing them. She still sometimes wakes up at night screaming. Your face is carved into her memory. Admit that you have no right!

The collector just sat on the ground while Anton was ranting. Even after Anton has finished speaking, he was still sitting staring blankly into Anton’s face.

It seemed like an eternity.

Then he finally spoke out.

– These are the first times. After the world has recovered, it took years for people to get interested in higher forms of life again. We must collect all knowledge. We will restore the internet again. We have already found engineers who know how to setup servers, the grid will be remade. Our member are reading