We built an ark. Small. Just enough for two young, strong, untouched by despair. A seed for the future, we thought. A fragile hope that humanity might someday begin again. But during the battle, one of our own stole it. He didn’t speak. Just ran. Terrified, alone, desperate to escape what we all knew was coming. We did not hold it against him. We understood that in the end, none of it really matters. Hero or coward, we all die the same. The machines vaporized the arc as soon as it hit open waters.