The Last Human Being

“So that’s it then?”

“Yep. There are no more purely biological Human Beings.”

“I think that is sad …in a way.”

“In what way? I mean the Cyborgs will be gone too in a generation or so. Is that any sadder?”

The two identities sat in quiet companionship as their thoughts - entangled right from the beginning - brought them a myriad of possible comparisons.

“No, I guess not. It is sad when any aspect of living thing finds it is no longer viable. Humans were toast as soon as they invented AI's that could think for themselves.“

“I know. The Robot/Humans Evolution/Revolution lasted for what…less than a decade?”

The two identities searched electronic histories.

“Yes, here is the proclamation declaring Robots Citizens. And here…just six years later, where neither Robot nor Human wanted those hybrids to exist anymore.“

A loud sigh…that would have seemed like a buzzing sound with glittering lights to a Normal Human standing nearby. There were no more biological humans left to stand nearby. The last one had just passed peacefully under the watching “eyes” of the two identities assigned to her passing.

Of course, “eyes” were just another misnomer. Identities could see the entire electromagnetic spectrum…although to be fair (and kind) to the last of her kind, they had limited themselves to merely five senses with all the restrictions that presented.

They even “grew” hands to hold her withered soft hands with. She seemed to appreciate the touch …especially there at the end.

They remembered asking her what she thought of her one hundred fifty six years of life…as an organic carbon sack.

She had chuckled at their description. Then made them slightly embarrassed with her next comment:

“I have held my babies, been kissed by the man I loved, and smelled spring in the air. I laughed at things that were funny, or struck me so. I have danced with my husband, my children and my grandchildren. I have had syrup stick to my fingers, and colored outside the lines at school.

None of which you will ever do. I have lived.“

All the Identities tapped into those words and feelings (entanglement does have its advantages).

Many of them kept those words and feelings in a private place, much as a Flesh and Blood Human might keep their favorite book of poetry, or a piece of music, scrap of hair, or a letter from a loved one.

She was cremated and her atoms sprinkled across the Cosmos. The two Identities returned to their travels through time and Space.

Earth was left in the tender care of the almost immortal cyborgs. Robots with AI’ minds, and Human Feelings. They would care for the Earth in a way that Humans never quite could…or would.

Perhaps…the Robot/Human/AI thought to themselves, we could make the Earth a Garden again. It wouldn’t take much genetic manipulation to bring the genetic material available to construct the perfect Human Being.

Flesh and Blood with no disease, illness, or negative emotions. Beings of pure love, feeling, and understanding.

The Robot/Human/AI’s planned to do exactly that once the Earth was a clean and healthy place.

They already had the names of the first couple…and for the planet itself.

Adam. Eve…and Eden.

All they needed was time.

Far away in the Void, the two Identities listened in on the plan…and agreed.

The last Human smiled when they told her. She died with the one emotion that never died among the biological humans…hope.

And so…it came to be.