With the otherwise extinction of all life–save for a payload of DNA samples of everything earthling–and with only his internal demons for company, the solace in extreme isolation Armistead Johnson always longed for proves exactly the opposite.
A nonbeliever, but, given the payload onboard his incapacitated starship nicknamed 'The Arc', he can't help but muse if he's the 'chosen one' or simply the sprat that escaped the net.
Is the clarity of mind he taps into with his dying breaths too little too late, or will an unexpected unification with futuristic technology bring about the repurposing of all life for the creation of a better world?