Cradle to Grave.
Cradle to Grave.
There. He’d found it. The calculations were on the grim edge of what his enhanced capabilities were capable of, but it had all been worth it. He barely understood the span of time that stood between him and his departure so long ago. Galaxies had collided, stars were born and winked out, and civilizations had risen and fallen. He was the last of his kind, explorers strewn along the dusty lanes of the star dappled Milkomeda. With some difficulty, he squinted through the small telescope at the white dwarf husk of a star that had be Sol so long ago.