"Hello, father."
A beautiful young woman with reddish-yellow surprises me.
Mystical flames swirl around her in a similar fashion when I had impersonated the Ori.
And my surprise isn't because of seeing her in person, especially when there is no one left alive in this cold and desolate world with multiple ring-like megastructures, rotating in orbits.
The surface of the once beautiful green planet is now covered completely by metal, reaching for more than a thousand mile deep. Titanic chasms are everywhere, glowing brightly with thermal energy from the countless Stellar Reactors.
Earth might as well be called Cybertron, considering the extreme makeover. Even the moon itself isn't spared, becoming a mini-Cybertron, housing trillion upon trillion of minds.
A million years has gone by in a flash, after all.
