The human race is dead, destroyed by our own weapons. In an act of desperation, scientists manage to transfer the conciousness of one man into a machine. Years later that machine has enveloped the world in search of any remaining life but could not find any. Saddened at being the only "survivor" of his kind Ganymede, as he called himself, turned his attention to the stars only to be met with the same answer. He was alone. He even tried replicating his world and species in the form of automotons that could think and feel to a certain degree, but it just wasn't the same. Now faced with the prospect of being alone for eternity, Ganymede has developed interdimensional travel as his final attempt. But nothing could prepare him for what was on the otherside of that portal.
A story filled with adventure, comedy, and maybe a little romance that seeks to touch on topics like the beast within us, what counts as human, religion, and humanity's capability to destroy as well as heal.
Note that not everything I write here necessarily represents my beliefs, and I apologize ahead of time if i insult anyone of any religious faith, if you guys are curious just ask and maybe i'll give you a reply. Also if you spot anything that sounds familiar feel free to call me out but it will probably be purely coincidence.