The rain finds its way through the dilapidated roof

A steady dripping on the worn concrete below

In the corner of the room amid machines long broken

A handful of old screens dimly glow, idle in anticipation

Shakey green lines burst forth from them, codes from a bygone age

Text pours over the damaged monitors and then stops

With the last line of code the remaining machines shut down

Their rest well deserved and as they sleep
something long forgotten

Approaches the abandoned Earth from the Crystalline skies above