Extinct an archivist stammered, total system collapse, no survivors, no signals, and yet Varel said, voice tightening. Someone asked, no one answered, because no one understood it. The human stopped, looked around, at the seats once, filled with species who had signed their extinction, at the chamber that had declared them gone, then spoke. A longer pause, we adapted, screens lit up, ancient records, the last known human transmission, static, silence, then nothing. Images flashed, human ships, broken, burning, then rebuilt, stronger, forged in environments no species had dared enter.
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