Extinction

[Some time ago – Far beyond Earth]

In a void between galaxies, where light itself seemed afraid to exist, they waited.
Not gods. Not machines. Something in between.

They did not speak. They did not breathe. They simply calculated.
A decision was made.

A single meteor—black as obsidian and covered in ancient runes—was chosen.
Inside it: 500 microscopic chips, each crafted with biomechanical code, capable of binding to a nervous system, rewriting identity, converting humanity into tools of extinction.

Their only flaw: randomness.
They would send the meteor to Earth... and let fate choose the host.

If the vessel survived, the system would awaken.
And if it didn't? They had plenty more meteors.

[Present – Back on Earth]

The explosion had cleared. The smoke faded.
Klaus stood tall, back arched, body bleeding from several deep gashes. His left eye twitched. His right arm sparked uncontrollably.

Across from him, barely standing, was Flora—her right arm completely gone below the shoulder, severed and still smoldering on the ground. Her suit torn. Her breathing shallow.

The battlefield looked like the end of the world. Glass. Ash. Blood.
Flora took one step forward. She was trembling—but not done.

"You're not... unbeatable," she said through gritted teeth.
She raised her left hand, what remained of it glowing with condensed laser energy. She had only one shot left.

Klaus smiled, calmly walking toward her.
"Say that again," he mocked, "when you're on your knees."

She aimed at his chest, not to kill, but to target the core.
The beam fired. A high-frequency pulse, pure white, shot into Klaus like a spear.

His body convulsed as a wave of blue chips burst from under his skin, flying into the air, disintegrating in smoke.
Klaus stumbled backward, coughing. One knee hit the ground.
100 chips, gone.

The power in his body surged—then wavered. He looked down, blinking rapidly.
Disruption detected. Internal damage.

He looked up. Rage overtook him.
"You're going to regret that."

In a scream of fury, he lunged at her.
She raised her arm to block—he grabbed her by the throat and slammed her into the ground with a snap that echoed through the wasteland. Then again. And again.

Blood sprayed in arcs across the rocks.
"You don't get to win," he said. "You were always meant to lose."

Flora tried one last time to fire—he snapped her remaining arm with his knee.
She screamed. He silenced it with a punch to the jaw.

And then, he held her still. His hands wrapped around her skull.

Her eyes met his. For a moment—only a moment—she saw him. The boy she once knew.
And then he crushed her skull in his hands.

Silence. Her body collapsed to the floor, still. Sparks flickered once, then went out.
Klaus stood there, breathing heavily. His arms were covered in her blood.

The system buzzed in his head.
"Target eliminated. Chip system stabilized. Evolution... complete."

He turned slowly, facing the ruined skyline of Turku.
And he smiled.

[Back – Just Before Flora's Last Stand]

Flora crawled through ash, chest heaving. And then—she saw him.

Loran.
He was barely alive, blood trailing from his mouth, one hand still gripping the shattered remains of his shield.

She collapsed beside him.
"Loran..."

He smiled faintly. "You're still... standing. Good."

"Don't talk—" she whispered.
"You were always the strongest. Not because of power... because of heart."

He coughed. "I tried to stop him... but I wasn't enough."

"You gave me time."
"Then make it count."

A shadow loomed behind them. Klaus.

Without a word, he raised his foot—
And crushed Loran's face beneath his heel.

Flora screamed. But not aloud. Inside—something cracked.
"You killed him... You killed all of them..."

She rose with her last strength.
"I don't care if I die—
But I'm taking you with me."

She attacked.

[Moments later...]

The sky split with the sound of machines.
A full-scale army arrived. Helicopters. Drones. Tanks. Walkers.
Over 100,000 soldiers.

Every camera on Earth locked onto one figure in the crater.
Target: Klaus. Threat Level: EXTINCTION CLASS.

Inside Klaus's mind, the system pulsed louder than ever.
"DEFENSE PRIORITY: ABSOLUTE."
"NUMERIC SUPERIORITY DETECTED."
"SURRENDER = TERMINATION."
"ENGAGE."

He didn't hesitate.

The army fired first. He moved.
He tore through them with no expression. The tank metal folded. Helicopters detonated mid-air.
EMP bursts shattered human bodies.

Still, they came. Still, he destroyed.

Weapons formed mid-air. Blades. Cannons. Hammers.
Each strike killed dozens.
Each second—hundreds.

He stood alone in a sea of red.
But he wasn't laughing.
He wasn't smiling.
He was... empty.

[Final Moment]

The battlefield lay silent.
Klaus looked down at his bloodstained hands. They trembled.

Not from pain.

From... nothing.

He looked to the sky.

And whispered, "Is this it?"

No answer came.

Only wind.

[SYSTEM LOG – Internal Report]

Host Assimilation: 100%
Emotional Containment: Stable
Resistance Eliminated
Directive: Expansion Ready

Awaiting new coordinates...

GALACTIC PSYCHO

End of Transmission.