Spock stood, transfixed by the titanic holograms. Never did I expect to witness the end of all existence within my own lifetime. Confronted with it now, I find it almost too horrific to believe—even though I know it to be true. He could not help but reflect upon events from more than a century earlier—the last time he had ever seen his foster sister. I wonder if this was how Michael felt while she was fighting to save all life in the galaxy from the first omnicidal artificial superintelligence known as Control.
