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Jack was sitting in his old house, reading an ancient sci-fi called the Dragon Egg (A novel about how aliens help humankind to explore in the universe) in the somber light of a dying candle. The sun sank beside the horizon of the world, and the city outside the window was nearly dark, without lights and shadows. Jack stood up from his rusty old chair, which made a creaking sound, like an old man running out of strength. He picked up a new candle, and put it on the table. The room was full of orange, peaceful light now and we could finally get a full view of the room. It was an old and rusty place, with cracks on the walls and ceilings, and rotten wooden floor with smells of dead animals. On the northern side of the room, there was a paper calendar, writing “Sep 2nd, 2133”. Jack was sitting next to the table, relaxing his arms and shoulders, reading a paper-made books, putting his hands on a huge red button sticking on the chair. Outside the window, it was completely dark now and you