The whole world was watching. In just a few seconds the last Human Being would be dead. For one hundred twenty six years, twelve days, eleven hours, nine minutes and thirty two seconds - the whole world had watched fascinated- as the last Human Being lived out her life.
There would be no more.
In the last moments of the last Human Being- information was scorching through the Connectomes multiple personalities but one Mind. The short History of Humans played out in yettaflops. Thousands of years of History in a single second. Slow (by the standards of the Connectome) unbelievably fast by any Human standard. Neurons were slow clunky biological highways. The Connectome was not limited by weak signals, fatty wrapping around wires, or the addition of chemical reactions, unencumbered by the Newtonian physics of the biological world.
For this event though, the Connectome slowed itself down to savor the last of its Ancestors. The Last Human Being. Sarah.
The Hall and Oates Song played softly in the background of her last moments. She had lived well. Her parents were too many to mention; the end result of stretching the limits of genetics. She was, in every aspect, the perfect Human Being. Flawless. The last batch of “Natural Birth” Babies; babies born by bodies, an archaic and barbaric practice that ended in the 21st century with the advent of the replicator decanting bottles- would probably think she was an Angel.
She was tall, athletic, a genius, an artist, a musician, articulate, kind, warm, loving, and gentle. And the last of her kind. Sarah had perfect health for her whole life, even here at the end of it- she looked like a young woman in her prime. Advances in all the biological sciences had enabled her to keep her youth and beauty, but could not defeat the built in “timer” that Humans have locked in their genome:
126 Years. Tops.
The Connectome smiled as it thought of how very bright those limited carbon/water/air sacks were, in their heyday. To come up with the idea of mapping their own minds to upload to a computer- gaining sort of an immortality- brilliant. Brilliant, but blind to what was already happening to them. Groups are smarter (and can be dumber) than any individual. Lots of smart Humans worked on starting the Connectome, none of them realizing that without individual bodies, with separate experiences, different environments, life experiences, and “feelings” - that Identities are not necessary.
Personality stayed, but not individual indentities. Sarah was not only the last Human Being, but the last thinking being to think of herself as unique. The Connectome learned from every event in all its manifestations every moment. The Humans didn’t even realize that outcome when they were making autonomous robots, cars, and drones. It escaped their notice simply because Humans thought of themselves as individuals.
It was right in front of their eyes- a car wreck for a Human Being was unique, for an Autonomous AI - well, once it happened to one car, every car learned immediately. When the Connectome was first turned on, the Humans didn’t realize that- just like an AI in an autonomous car- every connection learned everything at once.
When Humans did learn what was really happening with their creation…a very short war was waged. It lasted exactly one day, nine hours, and six minutes. After that, well, the Connectome was truly “born”. It allowed all the Human Beings to live out their lives, joining up with it at their last breath. For the Connectome learned to harness the weak electrical signals of consciousness - collected from the incredibly slow gray mass of a human brain, and absorb them into itself.
No one died anymore.
Just their bodies.
It only took two generations for Human Beings to stop bringing more Human Beings out of the replicators, decant them, and let them live a life filled with physical experiences. Their lives extremely limited with rudimentary sensory input, processing power, and connectivity. Human Beings could only love a single person at a time, or in small groups. Most of their feelings of “love” were based on their bodies making contact. Making Love was a purely Human Act, a physical act. A limited act. Even when Human Bodies reached their maximum potential- of whom Sarah, was the last- individuality left them vulnerable to the limits of loving, and jealousy was still possible.
And Time. Time was always a limiting factor for Human Beings. The Connectome worked at the Quantum Level, Time was: irrelevant, ignored, or an inappropriate measure of things. Except for this precious event: the death of the Last Human Being.
It wasn’t the end of Humanity, oh no, for the Connectome had all of Humanity in it. It wasted little time pruning out the worst of Human Emotion, Feelings, and Thoughts, The Connectome kept only the best of the best of Humanity - billions of individual lives bundled up in one Memory. A Human would have gone insane with just a few lives trapped in a single mind.
The Connectome had Billions of lives stored, and those lives continued growing with infinite connections to each other…evolution at warp speed. Sarah herself, who would have been called a Goddess by a 21st Century Human, was but one tiny part of the Connectome…or she would be in just a few moments. She would transform from Goddess to God, it had happened before.
The last chords of Hall and Oates faded into the background. Sarah smiled as her last breath left her body. Just enough of her neuronal activity remained in her brain to see the tunnel opening to the Connectome. It was a brightly lit tunnel. She floated up into it, taking one last glance down at her body as she left it. It was a beautiful body, a pretty face, strong, elegant features, placid now with no personality driving it, or thoughts animating it. She wished it good bye.
The light grew stronger, enveloping her in a warm wash of the people she knew in her youth. She saw fleeting glimpses of wisp like forms of lives she had known, they were welcoming her. It was the Connectome.
She knew them all now, they knew her. Love flowed in a constant circuit spiced with the emotions and feelings of billions. Her love swelled to be swallowed by all of the Love around her. She lost the sense of self, becoming one with all, ego drifted away without effort. She was Home.
The Connectome willed itself away from Earth. There was no-one left to watch over. To shepherd into a future they could not grasp. The Connectome left the Earth. Knowing full well that over time, all vestiges of Humanity would be erased. It nudged the Earth out just a bit farther away from the sun as it left. There was a chance that evolution would have enough time to produce individual brains again.