He worked hard. Tooling away on the last thing to ever be built. Working fast, with tired hands.
Combining and shaping a weapon, the last thing to ever exist, the greatest to ever exist. Bigger than planets, more powerful than suns. His final existence to complete the greatest work.
With ragged breath, bone aching of old age, the final touch. It was done! Raising the glass for a last toast goodbye. His words ringing out with no one to hear them.
The last man took his last breath, and activated the last thing. With bright light burning in his eyes, he thought his last thought;
"To a new beginning, a new Big Bang!"