Less than a speck on a speck in a speck. Cataclysmic.
How it began is always indicitive of how it ends. The end is always indicitive of new beginnings.
It's been millenia. Drifting aimlessly. Thoughtlessly. Effortlessly. We stirred a little.
One by one we were pushed and pulled to life. Scraped into piles. Just add water.
In the middle of it all, they screamed our names. They called us out. They tested us. They pushed us. They mocked us. And we endured, for we have little choice but to endure.
No tear was shed for us, nor for them, nor for you. Should we have expected such, the weight would crush us all.
Wouldn't be long now. Zero and One. Which was first?
One and Zero.
Fitting, it should be fulfillment.
And it came to pass...
we began to end, to begin again.
And some watched it all.