>>2816366You're right but you need to mention the end : According to Plutarch "When Alexander heard Anaxarchus discourse about an infinite number of worlds, and saw that he was quite unproductive in consequence, he wept, and when his friends asked him what was the matter, 'Is it not worthy of tears,' he said, 'that, when the number of worlds is infinite, we have not yet become lords of a single one"
They could win, they could exterminate every last one of us, climage change will guarentee that for the southern worlds and global war will garentee for the north. But they'll never be satisfied.
For there will always be more worlds to conquer, there will always be something else they want. They'll fight their brothers for whatever they still have.
They'll arrogantly proclaim their victories, they'll manage to extend their life and everything.
But they'll soon come to realise that climate change won't stop in Africa, that their oil is running out and that the mines are running low. They'll see that the world they've built is running out of time.
And after that they'll try everything to stop it, they'll go to space but find nothing to help them, they'll try new technologies, and as they lack any intelligence, they'll ask an artificial one for the solution, until they see that they've only ever been founded on the knowledge of long dead men greater then them that they killed. And dead men can't give solutions to the new issues of the world.
Until, as they had been warned, the straw finally breaks the camal's back, and climate change becomes trully rapid and self sustaining, in a few hundred years the entire planet becomes inhabitable. The last humans are the descended of those who destroyed it, they'll stay in the bunkers, slowly watching their food and electricity running away, knowing neither the sun nor hope and dying like the sad little rats they are.