For millennia, since the beginning of humanity even, we have told and shared stories. Stories of tyrant kings and bold warriors, filled with morals and emotions. Scribes and poets have taken those stories and made them permanent for us. They have given them endings. The stories give our lives and experiences meaning, something to relate with and learn from.

But who will finish our story? Who will write the last chapter of human history when we've all gone away? How can we be sure that we will even get an ending, let alone a "worthy" one? Will the story of us humans become something? Or maybe nothing?