The story of the last man, not quite as predicted by Nietzsche. He sits alone, musing over myth and philosophy from his rich heritage, gifts from the giants of the past. Surrounded by sophisticated technology, he is preoccupied watching an insect struggle across the floor. No battles to fight, no forests to tame, just a man idly watching as the tiny fragment of nature invading his insular home slowly dies, killed by an automated process. His powerful mind is under stimulated. He looks forward to the quiet amusement of tinkering with his video game, a sedentary hobby after working a sedentary job. The last man has no need for sons - in his old age he'll be cared for by social programs constructed by previous generations. Surrounded by people, yet without any real sense of community, he's atomized, a product of his time.