HEART OF THE ABYSS

Computer…

Yes Martin?

How long until we reach our destination?

Approximately two hours, twenty three minutes, and 18 seconds.

Plenty of time I suppose to dictate a log entry. I’m still a scientist after all, though it’s funny, I never saw reason to keep a written journal like my wife… the concept seemed… I don’t know… antiquated.

Is it not true that humans often partake in antiquated activities as pastimes to venerate their cultural roots?

Yes, yes of course, but our forebears created the Internet, what need of we to practice such a silly custom anymore, or at least that’s what I use to tell my wife. Perhaps if I had taken on the habit, I’d be better at doing this. I just never saw the point. You know, it wasn’t that long ago when one could see their ancestors in all their glory on the Archeo-net. You should have seen it! It was truly amazing. Video, photos, audio, and all manner of documents about our forbears where immortalized, or so we thought. Even full holographic reconstructions of their environment and persons were there to study. I even once spoke to the man whom I was named after. Of course it was a simulation, but it was truly fascinating to meet such a great person despite it being a facsimile.

Which man was this Martin?

His name was Martin Luther King Jr, and his teachings inspired humanity to be better to one another. It took time and much tribulation, but eventually others like him came after and lead the way to the creation of the Ubuntu Global Union.

…Martin, I cannot find this man in my database.

You wouldn’t. You were constructed after the deep ones came… all that history is gone now.

Your tone suggest you are grieved by this Martin?

The time for sorrow is over computer. There is nothing left to mourn.

I would not say that Martin; you still have me.

Ha ha, yes… yes I suppose I do.

I am glad that made you happy Martin; we have a long way before we reach our destination. Your mental health is of utmost importance if we are to take proper readings when we arrive. Why hasn’t Messiah and the others joined us if they are not yet deceased? There attendance would have greatly helped with your mental stress.

I truly wish they could have come also… but it… it was the only way.

What was the only way Martin?

Yes I suppose I should actually get to chronicling huh.

Shall we proceed then Martin?

Indeed we should. The year is 2333. My name is Martin King Shabalala. I was a citizen of the African Union; lead propulsion engineer at the Ubuntu Global Space Agency; and currently I am the last human alive from planet Earth. This log, for whomever or whatever path it crosses, will be the last testament of humankind.

My database says this is an inaccurate statement Martin. Are not Messiah, Fai, and Aylin still alive? I've repeatedly tried to classify them as deceased Martin, but you keep overriding my commands. Why is that Martin?

Do not try to mark them as deceased again. My statement is indeed accurate.

How is this possible Martin?

We certainly made you to be quite inquisitive, didn’t we.

My programming was designed to elicit queries and answers from the user to better simulate a human like interaction. With enough iterations of said queries and answers, I am better equipped to deduce-

-Yes yes I know, I helped design you, remember?

That is an accurate statement Martin, and I remember everything.

Which is why I’ve elected to dictate this and have it digitally recorded rather than using my wife’s archaic ink and pad. Your crystalline drives should last for billions of years.

You have evaded my initial question Martin, how is it possible?

I can’t get anything pass you, can I. Well… lets start at the beginning shall we. It was twelve years ago. I had just completed the first iteration of my life's work. I called it the Graviton Electromagnetic Toroidal Engine… the GET-DRIVE for short. I was awarded the Jacques Fresco Prize for the Sciences and Technology by the Ubuntu Global Space agency so that I might fully realize my theories and concepts. This engine, my engine, was going to take us to the stars Computer. We humans had come such a long way. We eliminated hunger, war, homelessness, and even our greatest geneticist were on the verge of extending life and ending major birth defects and sicknesses. Soon we were about to reach for the stars… to quench that thirst for adventuring into the unknown… to satiate that curious lust that had sparked a myriad times over in our forbears, driving innovation, discovery, and pushing mankind beyond our evolutionary limits! Computer, it was truly a wondrous time to be alive!

I’ve never seen you like this before Martin. You seem… excited… invigorated… driven. What happened to you Martin?

Well… what happened to me is what happened to everyone else when we attempted to reach beyond our sun’s influence. For lack of a better phrase… the Kraken was released.

This word is not in my database Martin. What is this Kraken?

Never mind that. The point is that my GET-DRIVE was humankind’s greatest technological advancement, but also the harbinger for our impending doom. My wife later referred to my life’s work as the Heart of the Abyss.

A rather somber description do you not think Martin?

Yes. I didn’t like it either, but I suppose it was rather apropos. You see, it was the Human heart that inspired my invention. The GET-DRIVE even resembled a heart… a black heart. That aesthetic wasn't necessarily my intention… it’s just the ceramic crystaline material that made up its outer surface was an iridescent onyx color, and the shape of it was similar to that of a human heart only because I found that shape to best work for the toroidal graviton production I needed. You see, in layman's terms, the GET-DRIVE literally pumps energy straight from the vacuum creating essential free energy. With this energy we could fold it back upon itself thousands of times around the drive to create a gravity field which would allow us to traverse vast distances in mere minutes once we perfected the technology. This not only would have given humankind the power we needed to go to the stars, but it would also rid humankind of the last vestiges of a more primitive age. Free energy would have made it so that all monetary systems of the world would become obsolete.

A noble goal Martin.

Yes, but unfortunately Computer, many a ruin have come by pursuit of that noble cause, blinding rich and poor; strong and the weak, to the limits of mortal flaws.

How poetic.

My Wife… she was the poet…

Martin… my sensors indicate that tears are egressing… do you need a minute for your mental health to be-

-No! Let’s continue the log.

As you wish, please proceed.

We needed to test the drive, but I knew that it must be conducted in the vacuum of space. Any anomaly or misjudgment in our calculations could have resulted in the atmosphere being ignited so we used the latest Ion boosters to carry the drive into Earth’s orbit. I judged correctly about miscalculating, for our intent was for the drive to traverse the distance from the Earth to the Moon in a matter of minutes when activated, then decelerate and be captured by the Moon’s Gravity. It was to await in orbit while we processed the data from the test and programed its return. It instead traversed that distance in a matter of seconds, and plowed into the Moon creating a crater the size of the sate of Delaware. Debris blasted into space and onlookers could view the explosive flash all the way from Earth. The test was a disaster, but of course it taught us plenty. Unfortunately the project was nearly taken away from me. I was vilified in the media as a mad scientist who would be the ruin of us all. There was no way for me to know how right they were. Environmentalist wanted my head as they saw the destruction that I had bestowed upon the surface of the moon as an effrontery; they decried that the GET program be halted for public safety; and that the Moon be classified as a world heritage site where experiments could no longer be conducted. I of course thought this was an over reaction. In fact most of my scientist friends saw the whole ordeal as not only very informative, but somewhat humorous. My wife even wrote a rhyme about it to make fun of me.

May I hear the rhyme Martin so that I might record it in my database?

Ha ha, I believe it went something like…

For eons our lady Luna look upon man in the night,

lighting umbral paths with her pitted scars afore gained in heaven’s plight;

the desire of one is all it took to give her a new blight…

one only man could afflict as he reached for heaven’s height.

My wife. Hmmm, she would giggle and her ruddy face would brighten as she teased me. She was amazing… a fiery ginger… freckles and all. She was one of the world's top geneticist before the deep ones surfaced. Born in the European Union… Ireland actually-

-Yes, her files are in my database Martin. Flanna Fiona Shabalala, born in 2298 to Rory and Kayleigh McMurray…

Yes Computer… I know.

Her personal journals have been transcribed and are in my database… shall I read them to you in her voice to help with your mental…

No! Let us continue with the log.

As you wish… please proceed.

After a few weeks the controversy over my failed experiment and a newly bruised moon didn’t die down, so I was stationed to Svalbard Norway with a small team that had already been working on the second phase of my GET project. The Ubuntu Space Agency did not care for the bad press, but they understood how important my project was to humanity. My ego didn’t like being swept away to some cold corner of the world where the sun never set and had a population of a mere two thousand… oh… and the polar bears of course, but I was forbidden to give more interviews, talk about the project publicly, or even show my face. In the end though, this decision saved mine and my family’s lives. Flanna and my son Messiah, who was barely one at the time came with me. Flanna saw it as an opportunity to continue her work in human genetics since the Genome Project’s DNA bank was also located in the cold depths of the archipelago. I must say it was nice having them there though. After Messiah was born, I spent months in South Africa working on GET, and was sorely lacking in my husbandly and fatherly duties. There were, as you know only three other children in the Ubuntu laboratory in Svalbard. Fai, only two, who’s mother, Mei Liu, was the best propulsion scientist from the Asian Union, and Aylin only three and her sister Lunara who I believe was twelve at the time. Their parents were some of the best geneticist in the Mid Eastern Conglomerate, and Flanna was ecstatic to get the chance to work with them. Over the months, we labored away on our projects. We all became like family, and that took the sting away from my failure and bruised ego, that is until…

Martin, do you wish to continue. I understand how the next sequence of events might be troubling for you. We can-

-We will continue. I owe it to everyone to tell our story with an authentic human voice… to at least have what has befallen us recorded so that one last vestige of humanity can remain.

As you wish… please proceed.

A few months after the first GET test, reports were coming in from all over the world of rumblings in the seas. This worried Flanna and some of the others. She thought it might be debris from the moon crashing into the oceans, and even the news outlets hopped on that idea. I paid it no mind. I knew the DAWN (Defense Array Web Nullifier) system which was completed in the late 2200s would destroy or divert any object large enough to fall to Earth and wipe out civilization, but what happened next came quick. We had started to get reports of large craft surfacing from the oceans near the Mariana Trench. Before the signals went out, we glimpsed one on the large slitscreen that was in the lounge. The craft made its way towards China. It was larger than a city and formed of massive golden concentric rings rotating counter to each other like wheels within wheels. At the center shone a light as blinding as the sun which I presumed powered the craft. Soon all satellites were down and no one could get information. As a precaution, labs across the world were mandated to have those ancient CB radios. A project in the early 2300s which positioned floating antennas in the ionosphere allowed for controlled skipping which increased the range of the CB radios tremendously. We could talk to labs all over the world, and one by one they went silent before we could get any pertinent information. In a matter of days a smaller ship was on the archipelago’s doorstep. Like fools, many of the islands inhabitants and our lab partners went out to greet the damn thing; some even welcomed what they referred to as our alien brothers despite us not knowing anything about them or what was happening to the rest of the world. I forbade Flanna do go out or to take our child Messiah. Aylin’s parents were already out and about in town with their eldest, and even many members of my own team refused to stay in the underground lab mostly out of curiosity and made their way to town. Only myself, Flanna, our son Messiah, Aylin whom we were looking after until her parents returned, and Fai and his mother remained in the lab. I suggested to Flanna and Mei that they help me activate the third GET-DRVIVE which was designed to create gravitational force fields and cloaking fields 800 meters in every direction around us and the lab. They thought I should wait for the others to return, but I told them that if we tarried it might be too late if the craft that approached was hostile. They agreed, so we activated the gravity and cloaking shield.

I made my way to the surface but forbade Flanna and Mai to do the same. I was taking a chance that the GET-DRIVE could protect us from whatever the approaching craft could muster, and that if it failed, then at least the women and children could have some protection underground. Sure enough as I walked around the entrance to the lab below, I looked up to the sky and could see the craft in the distance. As it made its way over the islands, a large flux of light came gushing down from its center destroying everything. Man, woman, child, beast, and vegetation were all evaporated in mere minutes save our protected half a kilometer which thankfully evaded the craft’s notice as it zipped away. Flanna and Mai, with children in hand, made their way to the surface to greet me. I was angered that they would be so reckless, but who was I too judge. Their curiosity I suppose overwhelmed their fear… they are scientist like me after all. I hurriedly escorted them back down into the lab so they would not have to witness the engulfing fire encircling the GET-field that protected us, but I was too late. They had seen plenty, and when we returned to the lab, they both wept in my arms as the children obliviously played. I tried my best to console them with words relating to survivors of the devastation, but I knew if what happened here in out of the way Svalbard happened everywhere else, then we were all alone.

Martin, we are approximately one hour away from our destination.

Good, decelerate by fifty percent when we are ten minutes away.

Acknowledged Martin.

Luckily our lab doubled as a shelter because we were in such a remote location. This meant we had food and water to last us for more than a decade, and our third iteration of the GET drive also supplied all our energy needs. Months later I convinced Flanna and Mei Liu to let me leave the confines of our gravitational force field in the second iteration of the GET-DRIVE which was smaller than the first and fixed many of the miscalculations we made with the moon buster. Learning from our work with the third iteration, I updated the second drive so that it could also cloak and protect the craft while I flew in it. At first Flanna and Mei were against me leaving, but eventually they succumbed to the idea. They knew, as I did that we must get more information. The CB radio had remained silent. Our last communication was from the mainland in Norway not long after the archipelago was attacked, and it was merely a call for help. I had to find out if there were survivors, and if possible, get more information about the attackers. The ship we crafted was small, light, and despite not being powerful enough to take man to the stars, it was certainly fast enough to evade hostile forces, but its cloaking capabilities should make that unnecessary. The problem was that it had never been tested. We decided we would deactivate the lab’s main GET-DRIVE long enough for me to cart the ship outside its 800 meter radius. When I was ready to activate the drive I signaled to Flanna and Mei to reactivate the lab’s main drive which would protect them if I had another moon mishap. Fortunately everything worked beautifully, but my ecstatics would soon be quelled. I first went to Oslo where our last communication came from. The ship was so fast it took mere minutes to reach the city, but when I got there it was nothing but smoldering ash, so I went to the neighboring Stockholm. It too had been decimated. Not even a vestige of an edifice remained. Even the beautiful Scandinavian forests had been brought to utter ruin, so I trekked all the way across where the vast Scandinavian and Russian taiga once stood, and every tree that once made up this great forest was obliterated. Nothing but desolation could one see from horizon to horizon. I made my way across the Bering Sea to the American Federation. My heart sank when I saw the North American taiga had also been reduced to ashes. Making my way down the coast, I arrived to what use to be Los Angeles, and again… utterly destroyed. City after city across the Federation I went, only to find the same… total oblivion.

My father was of the Zulu tribe and was therefore a citizen of the African Union, whereas my mother was of the subset of the American Federation called the Afro Diaspora Union and had lineage similar to Martin Luther King Jr, so I landed my craft in what was the great city of Washington DC where my mother was born and where both my parents lived. How I longed to talk to my parents again… to embrace them one last time. I don’t know who long I sat in my ship weeping among the flattened ruins until sorrow and grief gave way to rage. I had not seen any of the attacker’s ships throughout my travels and I was determined to face the monsters that did this to us. I remembered that they were first seen surfacing near the Mariana Trench… so that is where I went. Descending into the abyss I became extremely anxious about what I would find, but I would not let fear displace my rage. I would see the demons that did this to our world. Deeper I went and searched for a few hours and found nothing. I was about to give up until I noticed an array of lights blinking in the distance among the trench walls. As I neared them, I noticed the lights looked artificial, and they encircled the entrance to an enormous underwater cave. As I journeyed deeper into this cave, massive crystals the size of buildings jutted from the roof and into the cave floor. The elevation slightly sloped upwards as I traversed its length and soon I was above the waters. I landed my craft on a tiny flat area void of crystals to test the environment, but I dare not deactivate my shields. Instead, I sent a tiny probe out with its own tiny GET-DRIVE: one that could deactivate its cloaking and shields long enough to get readings. When it returned I was astounded by what it found. The cave had ninety nine percent humidity, and on average was around fifty six degrees Celsius, but the air was breathable. I’d last only about ten minutes in such conditions though, and as I said, I was not going to leave my ship anyway. The titanic crystals were apparently selenite… and probably millions of years old considering their massive size. I continued my search deeper into the enormous cave. It was so vast, whole cities could fit within its confines. Soon I came upon a giant cave wall with a smaller opening. Against my better judgment I entered deeper into the depths of Hell. The smaller cave was lined with artificial lights. At first I was worried about setting off some type of alarm or sensor, but I deduced that whatever made these lights were not worried about intruders… not by mankind… not in this place. Then it dawned upon me… perhaps my GET-DRIVE and the explosion on the Moon is what triggered the attack. Perhaps some unseen and powerful observing force saw mankind’s greatest technological leap as a tremendous threat. I steadied my mind and tried to focus. I could ponder on such things later, for I had to remain ready in case I needed to make a quick retreat. As I exited the smaller tunnel, what I saw next shook me to my very core. Before me was a vast opening hundreds of meters high and wide… almost like it was artificially carved. Kilometers away was another massive cave wall at least two or three kilometers High, and below on the grounds were massive mounds of bones, human bones, stretching as far as the eye could see. I wept at the sight. I was about to turn around and leave instantly but suddenly I saw a small craft coming down near the top of the cave wall which had tiny white lights that looked like large windows across its length extending into the distance along the wall. The craft turned out to be a small hovering platform on which stood a creature so vile, the sight of it caused me to freeze as I gazed upon its horrid form. It was a tall creature about 3 meters in height and it had sickly pale bluish skin. Its head was elongated and it had five black orb like eyes that wrapped half way around its conical skull. Its large mouth was lined with rows of black shark like teeth, and its neck was three times as long as a humans and could twist around almost 360 degrees. Its body was similar to that of a spider’s, except ten instead of eight legs protruded from it, and its movements were also very insect like. The lower part of its body was covered in some form of shiny segmented black armor… complementing the insectoid appearance, and the two legs closest to the front of its torso were shorter and had small tentacle like appendages at its ends that it used to hold what looked like a deceased naked man. The creature opened its mouth parading its foul black sharks teeth and raised the dead man to it. Out from the bowls of its ghastly form came some sort of proboscis that jutted into the back of the dead man’s neck, and the unsightly creature seemed to convulse in ecstasy as it supped upon whatever human juice it had discovered. I had entered an inferno even Dante could not have imagined, and the deepest terror filled my bowls.

When it was finished it dropped the man’s corpse atop one of the mounds of human bones and zipped back towards the illuminated windows atop the enormous cave wall. Suddenly small arachnid like creatures came from the depths of the cave, smaller than the one that came from above, but still had the sickly pale blue coloring. They scurried atop the mound fighting each other as they ripped the mans body apart, gorging on his flesh and spitting out his bones. It dawned upon me that these smaller creatures must be some primitive form of the larger demon that I had just witnessed. Perhaps it was their workers, or even their less mature offspring. It didn’t matter, I could not look upon them devouring the man’s flesh anymore. I got over my frozen state, and I maneuvered the ship to ascend. I wanted to see what lay beyond those windows atop the wall. Most of them were opaque, but I soon found one that was clear to look through. A sterile looking white room lay beyond, and in it stood a creature similar to the one I saw before. I could tell I was only seeing its hind parts because I could not view its eyes. It was slightly different than the one I had seen earlier, for it was a sickly pale white instead of blue, and it didn’t have armor on its torso, legs, or abdomen. Thin white and black hairs covered its body and it looked as though it was in some type of control room with other creatures like it sitting below him in a staircase fashion. Around them were panels, screens, and lights that blinked as they used their multiple limbs to activate and slide across what seem to be touch screens and holograms. Then I noticed there was another window on the other side of the room, and through it I could see another vast enclosure with the golden concentric circular ships that we saw on the lounge slitscreen. I wanted more time to study what it is they were doing, but suddenly I saw the pale demon slowly turn its neck around. At first I wanted to jet off in my ship, but I was confident these creatures had not noticed me… I had come so far without being detected; I was positive that I hadn't been seen. As it turned its head to look out its hind window where I hovered, I noticed that it had the same shaped mouth as the blue one I saw earlier, but it had six eyes instead of five. The sixth one sat at the top center of its brow in between the other five, and it resembled more of a human eye. It was pale gray in appearance and had a star shaped pupil. I looked behind me to see what it is it might be looking at, and then the most sudden dread came over me when I realized it was actually looking at me. How could this be? Nothing should be able to see beyond the gravitational cloaking field generated by my GET-DRIVE, but as it peered longer it began to mesmerize me as its sixth eye twitched erratically. Horrible visions invaded my mind… visions so fowl I cannot bare to say them aloud. My mind was beginning to break as veins protruded from my skull while I gritted my teeth, and I screamed out in agony as the creature smiled displaying its razor black teeth. With every ounce of my strength I repelled the visions as best I could and got hold of my controls. I darted out of the cave as fast as my ship would take me without blurring my surroundings. The further away I got from the pale demon, the more its images in my mind began to fade. I did not go straight to Svalbard after that. I darted around the Earth to evade any drones they might have sent after me, and I found some mountains in Greenland to hide among for an hour or two before I made my way home. When I did return I went straight to my son and wife and embraced them as I looked upon Mai, her son, and Aylin who also embraced each other before I could say a word. I’m sure they could see the terror on my face. After I had eaten, we put the children to bed, and I told Flanna and Mai of the state of the world and my descent into hell. They didn’t cry as I thought they would. A look of dread and hopelessness molded their visages instead. I couldn’t sleep that night and heard Mai weeping profusely in her quarters. The next morning we found her hanging, and I suddenly became the father of three.

Martin, we have arrived. The star System Alpha Centauri should be in view in minus ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, tw0-

-Wondrous! Computer, plot a course to maneuver around Proxima Centauri, then around the binary star Rigil Kentaurus and Toliman. We’ll visit each one of their exoplanets and take readings.

Acknowledged Martin.

To think Computer. I am the first man to ever visit another star system. I’ve dreamed of this day since I was a boy. I wish my wife and children could see this with me. Messiah especially would have loved it.

Martin, tears are egressing, might I console you with-

-No! Let them flow… let them flow.

As you wish Martin.

You know computer. There is a certain irony that hasn’t escaped me.

What irony is that Martin?

By some cruel twist of fate my people have become the first and last to walk the Earth.

My database says this is an inaccurate statement Martin. Are not Messiah, Fai, and Aylin still alive, and only one of them share half your genetics and heritage. I tried to list them as deceased, but you have overridden my attempts. Why is that Martin?

Yes, I suppose we should finish chronicling.

Please proceed when ready Martin.

After we lost Mai it became clear what we needed to do. If humankind could not inherit the Earth, no one would. For the next twelve years Flanna and I threw ourselves into our work, and when the children became old enough they helped in our endeavors. Flanna worked on a theory of genetics she had that was outlawed by the Ubuntu Global Genetics Foundation, and she experimented on the children. I labored to create three new miniaturized GET-DRIVES... the most advanced... the fifth iterations: ones small enough to fit around the neck… like a heart pendant. I also worked on my fourth iteration, the craft we have now journeyed to Alpha Centauri in. It was our plan for Flanna and I to traverse the cosmos together, find a habitable planet we could live out our lives on, or die trying. Unfortunately, as you know, Flanna came down with an illness six months ago, and passed in her sleep. At least my love went peacefully unlike the rest of our last human cousins.

And the children Martin. What became of them? My database says that they left in your second iteration GET-DRIVE craft despite my warnings and recommendations for them to remain in the encampment. Surely they are deceased after what befell the Earth. Should I update their status to deceased Martin? I hope that will not disturb you further. Your mental health-

I’m fine computer, and if Flanna’s work is as impeccable as it always has been, our children are fine also. For twelve years we groomed them to accomplish one goal. Those three miniature GET-DRIVES were the most advanced, and with Flanna’s help we tuned the drives to the children’s altered genetics. Their mission, when they became of age, was to travel back to the underwater cave I had afore visited in the second iteration craft. Around their necks were the three hearts of the abyss, and when they first encountered the vile demons that destroyed our home, they were to activate the drives immediately. These hearts were specifically designed to alter polarities rapidly, simulating multiple black holes colliding. The gravitational waves from the collisions would release a force so powerful it would destroy the Earth. Computer, before we made our trek to Alpha Centauri, I watched as my planet was obliterated. I cannot describe the multitude of emotions that filled me to view such a sight.

Yes Martin. I recorded the occurrence and took note of your mental state at the time. Afterwards, I tried to change the status of the children to deceased once the Earth had been destroyed, but you keep overriding my commands. Why is that Martin?

Because Computer. The energy released from the collisions has infused my children’s advanced genetics, and around them a gravitational cocoon has developed. After a century in hibernation, my children will awaken anew. They will have shed off their humanity and become beings of light. They will walk upon stars, traverse the infinitude of space and see wonders I can only dream of… perhaps they shall even see the end of time…

…In a moment, in the twinkling of an eye, at the last trump: for the trumpet shall sound, and the dead shall be raised incorruptible, and we shall be changed.

How poetic Martin. Your wife’s?

No, the New Testament.

That work is not in my database Martin. Would you like to cite it audibly for posterity.

Ha ha, no… I’d be here for centuries.

Computer?

Yes Martin?

How much Oxygen remains?

You have thirty minutes worth Martin. The Exoplanet Proxima b is not habitable, but my sensors indicate that it has rich oxygen deposits frozen in its north pole. We could replenish our stores. Shall we journey to the planet Martin?

No, that will not be necessary.

Computer?

Yes Martin?

I’m going to take a nap. Do not wake me.

Acknowledged. Goodnight Martin King Shabalala

Goodnight Computer.