Archimedes was displeased at what he saw, it was a disaster, after disaster, some called him a monster. others a psychopath, unable to see the beauty in anything, he walked with his hands behind his back, staring at the digital trees projected by the moon cell, it was fake, it was wrong..

"There's no solution." Archimedes muttered. "The numbers and equations had been tampered.. this fake world, is nothing more than just a program, a recreation, a hundred cannot end forward, but perhaps.."

Archimedes thought, and tilted his head.

"If hundred was turned to fifty, then ten..then one, back to cero.." an epiphany struck Archimedes, that was it, in order to restart order and balance. everything should and would go back to..

"Cero." Barely a whisper but it escaped Archimedes tongue.