In an empty field of space, far away from any civilization in distance and time, sits…nothing but incohesive matter. Approximately 9 billion years after the big bang, this patch of space is—
Oh, Juliana, why did you have to go so wrong? I raised you with a good life: a stable housing condition; food was always on the table; I gave you all your needs and wants, well, not your wants; and—
The brain disappears, leaving no trace nor a record of the world it left behind. Completely unfazed, this section of space remains unperturbed for the rest of time.