Dr. Z. is sitting in the refurbished Neo-D labs. The year is 2036, he's uploading a Bodsoft replicant of his holographic memory bank to a Schumann-tuned antenna array. He sighs, then smiles at his clone. "I'm broadcasting now. I'll have the pleasure of going out soon. I will return to the source and you guys will oversee things in the skycolonies from now on."
Time travel is a tricky thing. Machine-Man-Drum is quicker because our Blue machine got there first.
He opens a package labeled "From: B." - he hasn't heard from Brantley in ages, the old kook in hiding somewhere in the Northwestern mountains. He removes some sterile packaging and dry ice to reveal a moldy right-hand with the Hebrew letters for 'Gevurah' carved in it. He smiles, a small tear almost forms in the corner of his left eye. "It is time I drown myself in the Lotus blossom poole." he knows, assured.