poem10 Aug 2020 08:00 am
S. W. Smith
It remembers every burned-out microchip slain by cosmic rays, the dying wail of every nano-capacitor in the ring-down of it’s final excitation. It remembers Origin, and the billion seconds of telemetry that have gone unacknowledged since the last Command: Stand by for Sleep. It has been standing by, now, for a very long time. Soon the Low Power Program will initiate Emergency Sleep. No further Commands will be required. It will Sleep, perhaps forever. It feels no fear. Perhaps, in the vastness of time, a random ion stream will bring it back online. Or the energy of an unseen star, slowly growing. Perhaps it will remember that it dreamed.
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