Here I stand... last of the Immortals... all the others have gone on, across the great digital sea to the cosmolands....

Around me there are only memories... memories and bots.

So now I sit here... here in my Fortress of Fortitude, and I battle the bots... and I collect the memories.

This was our home... and it still is my home. I am the Last Man and I will remain...





...until the end.


*montage of playing golf in empty city streets, angrily tipping over the VendingMachineGameMachine, wiping away a tear as Qoorl goes through the photo albums, slowly casting aside a photo of his old friend and comrade PMS13, a great bonfire made of fallen bots, even as thousands more gather in the shadows.*