The last man on Earth died for the fifteenth time.
The machine jolted him back to life, repairing any damage within minutes.
It did everything to keep him happy, producing entertainment, stimulating conversations, and everything else it thought he needed.
But it could not give him a purpose.
Meaningless immortality.
When the aliens came, they didn’t waste time learning to communicate. Unless you consider plasma beams communication. They overwhelmed our military and paralyzed them, with minimal collateral damage and civilian casualties.
Then they turned to our governments and made their first communication attempt:
“All your base are belong to us!”