Centuries had past since the torches had been extinguished--Ferrymen left to drift down the river blindly. The underworld had been dark, empty. Above, life clusters around the stars, desperate for warmth.
The hundred-handed giant has finally reached its destination. It awakens, in the river between the stars, and reaches out.
The Ferrymen ignite their torches, and a thousand new lights form in the sky--each the engine of a Von Neumann probe. They set course for the stars, some near and some far.
One thousand craft, to bring nuclear fire to the sentients.