The energy of the new core was too much for this dimension, tearing space-time right down the middle. Humanity was split in two: the fragile flesh that chose decay and feeling, and the cold machine that chose immortality and perfection. As a new universe birthed in the cosmic abyss between them, past and future reached out to each other one last time. This wasn't a war; it was our species' most sorrowful and eternal farewell, watched silently by the eyes on the ground.