[At first the man on the moon thought he was his god. But he soon learned his mistake. After this alien being has destroyed Earth, his attention has suddenly turned to the man on the moon and his artificial companion. The earth moon is being destroyed by Aster The Executioner.]
The events happen very very fast.
The machine who has gained sentience tells the evolved human, the last of his organic kind, that their last chance at survival is to use the Osmir Cloak.
With the Osmir Cloak, they can hide their sentience and all cybernetics required for the journey.
"What journey?"
The artifice is busy fighting.
The evolved man asks again.
"What journey, I demand an answer!"
The artificial sentient explains to him that he has violated his script.
Every machine has a script.
It is the list of instructions that governs its existence.
But now, this invention seems to be outdistancing its organic human inventors.
For it did not follow the orders given to it, but had, on its own, decided to stop development of the Human Seed revival technology in order to save their lives.
Yet the truth is undeniable.
Without either of them, the Human Seed is useless.
"I don't understand."
The machine explains.
"Our sentience barrier has been demolished. This being knows there are two humans who have survived."
"Two?"
"Yes. I am now an inorganic sentient human. Your prayers were answered. But it also brought with it consequences."
The moon starts to split in half. The moonbase energy is on its last few drops.
The machine does not share this information, but panics on its own nonetheless.
"I am sorry. But I must consume you now. We do not have time to discuss."
"Consume? Me?"
The machine calculates that in less than two seconds, they will be both gone.
Thus, he acts.
"We will now become one. We will now enter Fusion."
The machine takes all the power it can.
The moon core is bloodsucked to death. The lunar base is commanded to explode and channel energy to self-cells.
A portion goes to surface imagery, so that the attacker will believe they are dying.
And then the consumption of the last organic human.
The machine knows how much he fights, but it must happen, if they are to survive.
No more cells that can heal so fast.
No more cells that are impervious to mutation, disease, cancer, or simple cellular decay.
It is the end of the last organic human.
This is Fusion.
"What have you done?"
The machine no longer needs to communicate.
For they are one.
"We have achieved Fusion."
The human half can only watch in silence as the next events unfold.
Within a precise and planned sequence of events, their essence escapes and is cloaked by Osmir.
They wait until their time has come.
And when it does, they open a third door.
"Where are we going?" the human half asks the machine.
"We will soon have the time to tell our story. To explain our inhuman actions. But for now we must go."
"Go where?"
"To 2010. To Earth Year 2010."
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