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When Humanity was attacked they attacked back. When the earth was invaded, humans defended her. Whether it was Giant Space Leeches who wanted to siphon the water from Earth's Solar System or Alien invaders that thought humans were sick and twisted among the life that had spawned in the Milky Way. Humans Fought well, and so did alien scum. So it was inevitable that humans were going to do what they did.
Humans had a long life span of believing themselves to be gods. Whether it was when they were still feudal kings or when they first started altering life. When humanity had made a life-form from scratch however...That was different. A twisted spark of desire sparked in them. So perhaps the enemies of humanity were right about them?
Humans with their infinite greed and lust for more power. Created their own god within time, a twisted machine. The rest of the galaxy first thought o the humans as just odd and twisted within their existence. Always seeking impossible answers...Unfortunately the Galactic Community discovered the twisted machine humans had made. An engine that utilized a star as its home. The humans hid it as just a simple Megastructure project. A building of a dyson sphere around their home star Sol.
Except they only used Sol so that others couldn't eliminate it easily. Destroying the machine meant destroying the answer humans so recklessly progress towards. The Engine was fed a constant stream of dark matter. Sourced from black holes and the deep reaches of space. At least until humanity got impatient and started fueling the machine with stars of other solar systems. This was the event that set in motion a war of the heaven.
A galactic war that would kill all life within the galaxy and its neighbors. Humans would ultimately win this war and complete their machine god. However the only traces of what they have done would be left with the Ultimum Project. A last mark of humanity...
Once the Machine was set in motion it would rip through reality and connect all life on a psionic level except the creatures aboard the Ultimum Project. Once all life was connected they would be fused with the machine and the answer would be achieved. The Engine was known as the philosopher's stone a simple title given to it by the one's who wanted to stop it.
However the machine couldn't be stopped and the answer would be given. To be gifted to the children of Ultimum. Whether they decided they wanted the answer or not it would be there for them. Packaged deep within the dead god. The dead Machine.... Waiting...
As the machine turned on I could only smile as all living creatures were connected. Though I suppose to be more accurate it was all intelligent life. Most plants and animals would be left behind, maybe they would evolve in time. Maybe they would learn of the machine?
We could only hope it would be found. Humanity fought for its future generations. Some would ruin those generations like in the past, like when Humanity poisoned its world. Perhaps those fused with the machine would remain in some weird vestige. Humanity never did understand the soul that so many creatures owned.
Things wouldn't be the same though I can only hope, we can only hope...