I'm sitting in my office, filling out EPA forms. The AC unit has an out of balance fan, which gives it a faint rattling noise. Other than this, there is no sound at all. My door looks out onto the ruins of the plant to the South, and beyond that into the desert. It is very easy to convince yourself that you are the last person on Earth, meaninglessly tending the Great Machines, just to keep them running.
It is also very easy to understand entropy, in this situation.
But then I remember that Hirley0 is out there, fighting for the day after tomorrow, and I feel better.