It’s said the universe takes care of itself. Death was known, but not conceptualized.

Humanity, a last ditch effort towards immortality. A gamble that paid off, out of a thousand bad hands. Meat gone wild, mankind found the waveforms of things and understood the throb and thrum of Time’s song. They extricated the self, sequestered it into cords of indestructible information, literally weaving themselves into the fabric of space-time.

Linear space and time, just a photograph in in an a cosmic album. Humanity’s new existence, dark matter, bloomed spatially across space and time, curling into dimensions which were hitherto hidden.

Aware of itself, a seething mass of cradling the stuff of stars inside, a blank template for new futures, it took a blinding breath.