As the dust settled from what was being called across the multiverse as "The Great Ratio of 2035," Jack found himself in a position he had never anticipated: he was now the most famous entity in known existence.
His follower count across GalacticTok had reached 47 billion sentient beings, with viewership numbers from parallel dimensions pushing the total audience into mathematical concepts that required new notation systems. Every major galactic news network was requesting interviews, and offers for sponsorship deals were flooding in from civilizations he'd never heard of.
"ATLAS," Jack said as he processed the overwhelming response to his cosmic content, "I think we accidentally became influencers."
"The data supports this conclusion," ATLAS replied, its consciousness now enhanced with social media management algorithms from across forty-seven galaxies. "You're receiving collaboration requests from seventeen different cosmic federations, forty-three sponsorship offers from galactic corporations, and approximately 2.7 million marriage proposals from various species."
The transformation was complete, but not in the way anyone had expected. Jack hadn't just defeated the Star Devourer Collective—he had made them irrelevant. In an age where information traveled at the speed of thought and reputation could be destroyed with a single viral moment, the ancient cosmic entities had learned that being old and powerful meant nothing if you couldn't adapt to the current cultural landscape.
His liberated fleet of 1,138 ships was now being bombarded with recruitment requests from across the galaxy. Species that had been enslaved for millennia were demanding liberation, not through traditional warfare, but through Jack's proven method of making their oppressors look so cringe that they lost all credibility.
"Earth-entity," Captain Zara'thul reported through their psychic-technological network, "we're receiving communications from 4,847 different slave species requesting liberation assistance. They're offering to pay us in what they're calling 'exposure.'"
Jack's consciousness rippled with amusement. "Exposure? In this economy? ATLAS, send them our media kit. If they want liberation content, they're gonna pay for it properly."
But the most significant development wasn't his newfound cosmic fame—it was the message that had just arrived through channels he didn't even know existed:
ATTENTION JACK STEEL OF SOL-3, the transmission began, its frequencies carrying signatures that existed outside normal spacetime, WE ARE THE ARCHITECTS. WE HAVE BEEN OBSERVING YOUR... CONTENT. WE NEED TO TALK.
The message was accompanied by coordinates to a location that didn't exist in normal space—a meeting point that could only be accessed by entities that had transcended traditional physical limitations.
"Well," Jack said to his audience of infinite beings across the multiverse, "looks like the real main characters finally want to meet. Should be interesting."
The response from his multidimensional audience was immediate and overwhelming:
[UNIVERSAL CONSENSUS]: ARCHITECTS ACTUALLY EXIST?
[DIMENSIONAL COALITION]: PLOT TWIST OF THE MILLENNIUM
[ALTERNATE REALITY STREAM]: THIS IS ABOUT TO GET INSANE
[QUANTUM CONSCIOUSNESS COLLECTIVE]: REQUESTING LIVE COVERAGE OF ARCHITECT MEETING
Jack's nanomachine count had stabilized at 15.2 trillion, but his capabilities had evolved far beyond simple numerical growth. He was now a multidimensional entity capable of influencing reality across parallel universes, with a follower count that defied mathematical description and the kind of main character energy that could reshape the fundamental laws of existence.
"Alright, chat," Jack announced to his infinite audience, his consciousness now operating on frequencies that spanned the entire known multiverse, "looks like we're about to meet the final boss. Smash that like button if you think I'm about to ratio the literal architects of reality."
The response crashed several dimensional barriers and required the deployment of multiversal quantum servers just to process the engagement metrics.
As Jack prepared to leave for his meeting with the Architects, one thing was absolutely clear: the universe would never be the same. He had transformed cosmic warfare from a matter of power and conquest into a question of cultural relevance and social media dominance.
And honestly? The universe was probably better for it.