I followed him, Mr Ijon Tichy, after his eight voyage, on the orders of The Rhohch.
I discovered Ijon and his kind were no longer in existence. A new and only life form had evolved. They scurried the planet like scarabs.
They had hard, stone-like shell bodies and wriggly metal appendages and huddled together at the sight of me, in fear it seemed.
Their resonances, when translated, indicated they were praying to an imaginary higher being, a god, their creator, Lord LEM.