On a perfect day, as was normal, humanity experienced the epitome of harmony and perfection, with everything in perfect order. Upon waking, Janeisy didn't need to consult anything or worry about any details. There were no information channels because there was nothing to inform. She didn't look at the clock, as none existed... the concept of time was unnecessary since everything was defined by the appearance of elements. Her bed had emerged from nothing the night before while she was still engaged in a conversation about the theory of perfection with the AI, which presented her with precise concepts to achieve the perfect angle for holding a cup of tea in the most ideal Fei Tin way. She was so immersed in the issue of centimeters, ensuring the perfect metrics not only to grip the cup optimally but also to bring it to her mouth without a single part of her spine twisting. When the bed appeared to her, the AI immediately turned off, and not entirely convinced, she understood that it was time to sleep. "Today feels earlier, I feel like yesterday..." she thought for a moment, trying to make calculations she was not used to making. "Nah, surely my body knows more than I do and needs to recover from that exciting Fei Tin conversation." She felt a bit emotional about the discussion, but already her clothes had disintegrated from her body, and the mini particles reorganized to form her sleeping silk, blue to complement the green bed sheets. "The elements that form us," she said, and closed her eyes. Before she could finish saying "Fei..t.." she fell into a deep sleep.

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Now dressed in a radiant red and green outfit with stripes maintaining fifty percent of the mandatory green (though it could also be blue), she sat at the table. Sometimes, it seemed too much for her to get up and have the table already set in front of her. Upon waking, the macro particles had already renewed her skin before forming new clothes based on her subconscious thoughts. Her teeth were automatically cleaned after each meal, and her body's waste was removed during the night through probes that infiltrated her orifices, collecting everything as minuscule debris that formed new skin. The human being was their own vessel, able to renew themselves eternally. This had been the great miracle of Lex, who was worshiped as a god for bringing eternal life. As usual, her plate was in front of her, with a portion adapted to her needs. After finishing her meal, the wall immediately opened to reveal the garden, where she, barefoot on the grass, contemplated the world before her---the precious sun, the blue sky, and the lake, which balanced the elements. With her deep breaths, she didn't feel or think, she just existed---this was her eternity. She was so serene until, suddenly, a dark thought formed amidst all that tranquility:

"Is this all there is?"