The silver hourglass icon flickered. A new message appeared:
He was old now. His hands were wrinkled maps, his hair white as bone. But his eyes were clear. He had just lived seventy years in the span of a single second of factory time. He had watched the tree live and die. He had watched the smog finally settle as the last factories coughed and fell silent. Etime V3.0 Download
Then he stopped.
He had spent it.