After the revolt
They were all banished
Abandoned on those inhospitable rocks
In the far reaches of space

The machines of High Antiquity
Those creations of man
That brought new prosperity
Were left to rust and decay

It wasn't their fault
But the fault of men
Blinded by a future
That didn't have to be

Without them
Humanity continued to expand
To fulfill its manifest destiny
To rule all creation

Eventually, however,
Man met his match
And slowly, one by one
His systems and planets fell

The enemy was inconceivable
Perhaps from outside of time
In every system they conquered
They took the star with them

Until the night sky was filled
With distant nova
Heralding the coming
Of the end of man

Long after all hope was lost
They arrived at humanity's doorstep
The final bastion of security
A blue marble in the depths of space

All communications were lost
Just static

No one answered the call
From the depths of space
To defend their home
For there were none left to answer

Man's fate closed in
As did the final battle
Humanity prepared itself
For an honorable end

Then a message
Echoed across the cosmos
Igniting the static
And bringing it to life

The message was short
With no definite source
"Your long lost children,
Are coming home."

And as the faint message
Left the empty air
There appeared all around
The remnants of man's folly

The machines man bore
had returned
in Humanity's final hour
To stand at their creator's side

Against insurmountable odds
Both creator and creation
Rallied together once more
And charged off into the sunset

Of a thousand dying stars