In the next months after that, the android, and the ex-human alike, worked to set up a self-sufficient base, up in space. They worked together for days on end, adding onto their future home with every one of them.

They spent weeks teleporting themselves back and forth, one minute they'd be in space, the other they'd be underneath the surface.

Every time they'd tried to kill each other, ever bit of hatred they once shared, seemingly forgotten, as they worked together in harmony. The metal queen and the stubborn test subject, side-by-side, as equals, instead of enemies.

Every month, every week, every day, every hour, every minute that passed by, filled with a combination of harmony, and cold-hard progress. The ultimate combination of the two, carried out like it was meant to be.

And if anyone would be there to look up, from the beautiful, blue planet down below, they'd see them. The boxes in the sky, lined with an array of lights, shining always, in the dark, night sky.

And the field. The field filled with golden wheat, the perfect disguise for the facility that once housed the ground underneath it. Now, just an empty hull. Ripped out of the ground, in favour for a new homeland. Above the land.

Miles above the once generously filled blue sphere known as the Earth, there were people, living inside the boxes in the sky. Sometimes inside them, sometimes wandering around them.

The same as centuries past, intelligent, curious, and just a dash of insanity. Wandering around their new homeland, exploring the vast, seemingly endless vacuum of space.

Rockets, satellites, cores, turrets… people.

The same, yet so different. The same design, different parts. Every single one of them, specifically generated to last, an eternity. The same figures, running, jumping, researching, yet one key difference; the light inside, created, never to fade again.

The animal minds, contained, yet free. Enhanced by the advancements of science, calculating, mapping, doing everything mankind has never been able to reach before.

To be upgraded, instead of being healed, to be rendering, instead of imagining. Same carriage, more horsepower.

The creatures, living in the boxes, couldn't simply be defined as humans, or androids, or even animals, for that matter.

The entities habiting the skies weren't just people.

They were,

Humanoid.


[A/N]

I know, I know. Ending the story with an Author's Note, I'm trash. The best way to cut off an awesome moment. Pretty long one, too.

The thing is; as I said before, this FanFic is ending, but the story isn't. Not yet. I will be starting a new Fic, acting as a sequel to this one. It will tell the tale of the lives of the Humanoid race, up in space.

And it will carry the following name! Drumroll please! No? No drumroll? Well, these are written words, anyway.

Boxes in the Sky.

And, since this is the last chapter, I'd like to make a shout out to some people;

SinfulWaffles56; Thank you for sticking around! You've been supportive since the very start, and even for the sequel of the story, and I'd like to thank you, for that.
Also, the review you left me in chapter 32… I never anticipated for someone to have a reaction quite that…
intense. Thank you for proving me wrong there, then! Awesome, mate.

Ryuuken K; I'm not sure if you'll even be reading this. I hope you are though. Even though it sounds like the most cliché thing I could manage to get away with on this site, you left the first review. Again, cliché, but the moment I read that review, I realised that at least someone out there was enjoying my crude first story, and it motivated me to write more.
Without you, I might not even made it past the first chapter!

orca3553; You too, have stuck around for the story, and not only that, left reviews along the way. And I know this might seem like glorified enhancing of the fact that I needed something to fill the last Author's Note up with, which it's not, by the way, but I'm genuinely thankful for having people motivating me to write more.
You also did
really make me think about the theory that Chell might just legally be the owner of Aperture. Well, since the legal papers are now destroyed (Thank you moron! (Not a moron!)), we'll probably never know.

That-Kind-Anon; Thank you for giving me feedback on things like phasing, and how I update in chunks. It really does give me a sense of pride that people actually like what I do, down to how I do it. Thank you!

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Okay, now that we got that lethal dose of cliché out of the way;

Reviews are (Still) greatly appreciated, and ONTO THE NEXT STORY!