Reaching the omega point where all information is fluid between every single human being, Having reached a point where governments and politicians have been replaced be architects, scientists, and artists...And now with every single last shred of knowledge we just...
We just stop, And we wonder if knowing all this made us happier or if we never moved enough for the information to mean anything, We just know the infinitum of our tiny place in the universe, maybe we find that our existence was not "fate", or "destiny", but that we were random, Nothing or anyone wanted us, we just happened because we did.
Humanity goes extinct after millions of years of evolution due to boredom, We finished the game.