“Eve.”
He nodded. “Well, now that our palindromic introductions are taken care of, shall we two crash-landed astronauts, the last representatives of our respective former galactic civilisations, set aside our mutual antipathy and begin populating this barren planet with a new race?”
Her eyes narrowed.
“Not even because you are the last man on Earth,” she said, and zapped him into smoke with her moidelizer ray.
She sighed, enjoying the solitude. There was no more High Command, but still she composed her requisite six-word report.
At last — some peace and quiet.
From the trees, primates watched curiously.