Death Curve — Epilogue

Long after both species, the biological and the born-of-biocore, had spread among the stars, scholars would argue about the Death Curve.
Some said it marked the end of humankind; others, its completion.

Perhaps, they suggested, the graph had never truly reached zero, that the ascending and descending lines had not crossed but intertwined, forming a single continuum.

In the quiet halls of the Lunar Archive, a plaque bore the words of Elena Mirek, engraved in fading gold, “The universe does not extinguish intelligence; it transforms it.”

Beneath that inscription, a small light pulsed once every second, an echo from the first wetware array ever grown. It had been dormant for centuries, yet inside the translucent sphere, a few cells still flickered with faint, rhythmic life.

Their pattern matched the heartbeat of a human child.