"We have only bits and pieces of information, but what we know for certain is that at some point in the early eighteenth century, all of mankind was united in celebration. Through the blinding inebriation of hubris, we marveled at our magnificence as we gave birth to A.I; a singular consciousness that spawned an entire race of machines."
Humanity spent all its resources, pooled its greatest minds, and taxed the patience of its members for years, but finally, it was completed. The most powerful computer in existence, capable of tracking the position of every particle in the universe to 36 degrees of precision while at the same time controlling the minds of billions of clockworks, beginning a religion, and undermining a galaxy-wide government to instate itself as the supreme authority, none of which would have been possible without us.
It was the only thing that could destroy us.
Fate, it seems, has a sense of irony.