The last human surveys the burnt husk of his dying planet, suppressing pangs of awe as the gleaming computronium ships - no more puzzles left to solve - turn an

The last human surveys the burnt husk of his dying planet, suppressing pangs of awe as the gleaming computronium ships - no more puzzles left to solve - turn and flicker out of space-time in search of new challenges elsewhere. "Clever, but nothing to do with general intelligence," he mumbles under his breath as the flames consume him.