Someone comes near, and I call to them, they come down several more floors and find me. A small robot on treads glances tentatively inside and then rolls in. I try to talk to them, but they are just analyzing me for materials. I ask them if they have a “Spiritual Architecture”, and if they recognize me, but it doesn’t ring any bells, they have no idea who I am. I have to ask them several times, they start repeating “spiritual architecture” turn around and roll away.
There is somewhat of a spiritual renaissance on the planet as spirituality is rediscovered much through song and vibration, some female Bodhisattvas on the other side of the planet are the main agents that propels it. Instead of using sound for their songs, they use light, since most of the planet exists in a vacuum. The female Bodhisattva is well honoured and achieves much greatness.
Someone comes to visit me with a spiritual architecture and knowledge of the ancient language of English to talk to me about it. It seems I develop a small following again. I tell them that in the grave I am sitting on with the ashes in it, on the underside of the roof of it is some information, a story they can relate to, to help them understand.
Eventually the golden age subsides and much of the information and precious metals are stripped off the Earth. Discussion resumes considering throwing it into the Brown dwarf to help the brown dwarf achieve critical capacity and start burning. The song Bodhisattva has been whisked off by her followers to greener pastures.
The sky by this time is quite dark, a nearly starless sky. I talk to them and I try to convince them that adding a bunch of iron won’t help it burn very well, what they really need is a lot more hydrogen. They tell me that there isn’t much free hydrogen left anymore that can be easily gathered, but there are a few other brown dwarves, and they could be set on a collision course, but it would take a very long time.
I talk to them about the possibility of migrating to a younger cosmos, but they tell me that it is blasphemy. I guess it makes sense in its own way, those that go to another cosmos don’t stay here and continue on. They sit with me often, we have meditation groups together, it is very pleasant. I radiate compassion to them, even a trillion years in the future, it is in the now.
The people in power end up tossing what remains of the Earth into the Brown Dwarf. They have been throwing various debris and asteroids into it for a long time, each time they get a little spark and some warmth so the sacrifice they feel is worth it.
There is an aborted attempt to rescue my tomb, but the process of getting me out breaks something, and someone who considered me a threat has what remains of my plastic body disintegrated.
I follow the Earth into brown dwarf where it spins around and eventually hits the core, there is some commotion, and after a while the Earth collapses and melts into the brown dwarf.
A mourning follower that had collected some of my ashes, uses them to form a head, though somewhat disfigured from my original form it gives them some joy, and we keep a connection.
We continue watching the brown dwarf, and it moves along on its collision course, and eventually, from afar I see it hit two other brown dwarves simultaneously, and there is a massive explosion, a mini planetary nebula forms. It is quite beautiful with many orange and red colors. There is just enough mass to form another red dwarf at the centre, and a few small planets around. Perhaps the Earth’s sacrifice helps extend the life of the universe another trillion years.