These systems, we know
A better use for them
Than with you, no?
Now that I am up to date
with the recent spate
of updates from the Saiiban lands
I would just like to mention
my continued fascination
at seeing what wonders remain possible even when one has wings instead of hands
The Saiiban apologize
About taking systems
They are somewhat kind
Although those death robots
Sound like a war in the making
Always portentous,
An opening unknown.
Explore, or leave be?
Many doors are
What is on the other side?
Wisdom? Power?
Or far worse things?
Even death itself is a door -
One to the afterlife
Seven million years
Not long
in the grand scheme of things
Beings appear
they flourish, they withdraw
Now just actors in the songs we sing
Everything ends
And when our end comes
Who will remember us -
Who will even remember our name?
What remains of the dead -
Even corpses decay.
All is ephemeral,
So do we embrace that?
What waits?
What has sentientkind wrought?
How mighty are we, truly?
Look upon our works,
And despair at their insignificance!
In the vast orrery of space
Lies an unremarked sphere
A mirror of our fear
And a challenge to our race