[ WP ] Write the last paragraph of a science fiction epic .

Cintis watched as the gleaming pearlescent spires were swallowed by the crumbling ocean. Any utopia built on human suffering did n't deserve its preservation. 
 
 A Spacial Rend opened silently next to him and Isa stepped out, surveying he damage. Her artificial eye gleamed, like current being run through an emerald. `` I see you removed the Mutagenix Lab. How many casualties?'' she asked cooly. 
 
 `` Less than one hundred. It does n't matter. We're safe now.'' Isa's genetically customized features hopefully looked up at Cintis. He admired her pale features, lifting off her good and running his finger across her GeneFuse seam. He stepped through her TimeRend as he braced himself against her for support. Centurion was dead. Thus always to tyrants.
