The signal had stopped years ago. The machines went silent, the cities emptied, and whatever was left of humanity slowly disappeared beyond the horizon. Still, this one remained. Sitting beside the water, beneath the enormous structure it once served, it watched the reflections move with the wind. Perhaps it was waiting for another command. Perhaps, for the first time, it had learned to wait for nothing. "When the last signal fades, what remains is the freedom to find your own purpose."