Broken Windows and the angel who plucked his wings

A world ten times larger, and a society ten times bigger. A radioactive virus was made that killed everyone in under a week. People kill others on the fifth day due to hallucinations, since these people can’t be saved they simply die. I had the vaccine and survived. Who is born? For it is who you ask for when you want an identity. Not why, not how, not even a question of any other sort. You say who am I when you want to recall your past and your worth in the world. So I ask who is born? WHAT DOES FUTURISM SHOW YOU? COULD YOU PREVENT THE DEATH OF EVERYONE, AND IF SO WOULD THAT BE A BLESSING?