Something moved in the universe. Our final project, inert and waiting for time uncountable, springs to life, desperately absorbing the minuscule drop of energy like a child eating candy. To our dismay, this energy is not enough. So, the machine falls dormant, waiting and waiting for what might never happen again.
Something else moved in the universe. The machine, the final victim of entropy, barely grabs the last drop of energy. We hold with bated breath, hoping it is now capable of its only purpose. And as we feel existence collapse, we fade in content, for all is rebirthed anew.