The malicious robots had failed. The humanity prevailed... The heroes were celebrated.

But the aftermaths were a mess, and left many destinies at strand. The ashamed robots and pitiful humans looked at one another, seeking philosophical answers.

Did the loyal robots deserve to be terminated as well? Where could they go within a world that had become too small? Who would watch over the armistice? How to effectively prevent another war, knowing that robots were the guarantee of the failed peace process? And what about the aliens who would surely come back in numbers to avenge their fallen comrades?

The answer to the last question was known, but only to the Centaurian Senate. The commander Igor had sent one last message that was convincing enough to the Senate... "Run for your life. A single shot destroyed most of our fleet. They will seek to annihilate our entire race. Run." Unknown to the Senate the commander Igor did not suffer a second shot, but instead he suffered a mutiny led by his brother. The loyal and rebel parties blasted each other to death, leaving a single ship in working order, the human one.

Adam and Eve, as usual, were alive and in the middle of nowhere. After having survived the killing order from their home world, the first real alien contact, then the first real abduction by aliens (on their way to earth) and the first really interstellar laser shot, they were now abandoned on their own on a collision course with the solar system. No pressing issue at hand.

The ark, as it was known, couldn't care less about this expected Armageddon. It had been as dead as an artificial intelligence could be, its remains on the remote and overlooked planet Eris. All its energy, matter and knowledge had been invested into a monument and a bacterian culture attempt: on the one hand side the crystal pyramid showing off the human civilisation to future visiting life forms, and on the other hand a set of specialised die-hard bacteria containing the same knowledge as the pyramid but in a living shape that was hoped to outlast the monument.

The octopus were now a happy people, having just resolved their Oedipus syndrome. So they went back into the sea. Nevertheless a minority of them turned religious, due to the flying lieutenant who proved a higher destiny was possible for squids. Indeed, the unnamed leader of the land squad had been seen by many as being the first squid to touch a robot, then seen dying of both dryness and explosion but also seen resuscitating and flying away on top of a robot Lord.

The real hero, who had woken up the loyal robots and therefore saved humanity, was not properly recognised by the humans as it should have been. Instead, it became the object of cult of short-lived squid followers who tended to die swiftly after jumping off a sacred cliff.