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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
 
Knock Knock
Knock Knock

You find you are
in front of two doors
Locked by unknown lore
Do they go near or far?

If an open door says
“Come in”
And a closed door says
“Stay out”
What to make of a door
Closed by an inviting lock?

“Unlock us please”
The locks say
“But what is on the other side?”
We reply.
Silence, only silence,
But why did we expect locks to reply?

Madness? Money? Science? Insanity?
The locks tempt, they invite,
If our flock has one central weakness
Curiosity to learn what is on the other side.

We do not know the key,
We barely understand the door,
But our talons quiver with the scent of prey
One day (not yet) we will open them
And find out more.

(Who’s there?)


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These systems, we know
A better use for them
Than with you, no?

Our historians would
remind us that all beings think
they have the better claim

Our generals would
sing that, this, while true, is not
as important as survival

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

Our talons are graceful
delicate instruments of
science, unlike "hands"

The Saiiban apologize
About taking systems
They are somewhat kind
Although those death robots
Sound like a war in the making

Wings quiver and our
talons wait, ready to pounce
on any mistake
 
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
 
Songs of the Precursors I: Remnant Whispers

A whisper blows in space
Like a dark fog creeping
Across history erased
Through time sleeping
Screaming softer than silence

You do not do, you do not do
We are all done, we did
What we had to do.

We lived? We died?
Before you, we flew
Before you, we tried
After you, will remnants brew?
Like bubbles of ancient air
Popping, spewing legacies
Without a single care
Will you be forgotten? Will your enemies?

We were forgotten, Or did we forget?
But now, you have found our
Remnants
And remembered us
And you investigate, and seek to know
Not wondering,
If we wished to fade,
To lie, to rest, and put down
The burden of a past
A future, a history,
a legacy
If to forget is
a blessing.



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Always portentous,
An opening unknown.
Explore, or leave be?

Whenever the question arises
whether to explore various surprises
Our people always know our course
"Of course we must set forth!"

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


The worst part for us
is quite simply not knowing
the answer quite yet.
 
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?
 
Mote in the Eye of the Universe
Mote in the Eye of the Universe

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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

A mere blink of time
to geology's senses
has so much history

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?

Who will say our name?
Who will carry forth our flame?
When we are gone, who will tell our story?
Stranger, if you hear our song,
it asks but one thing,
Sing!
Sing of us, carry us with you,
through the halls of time.

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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
 
Breaking down like Fractions
Breaking down like Fractions

Every action has an equal and opposite reaction
So we suppose as we grew larger it was inevitable we’d break into factions
Try not to crack under the stress, we're breaking down like fractions
Politicians singing various calumnies without retractions.

It sure was nice, It sure was nice
When we were all on the same side
It sure was nice, It sure was nice
When we put aside our ego and our pride

Look back at our founding
Won’t you listen to my advice?
It sure was nice, It sure was nice
When we were all on the same side.

Look, we’ve tripled our number of planets,
Our original arraignment wasn’t made out of granite
Back when we had just one planet one bird could run it
But now that we’ve grown that can’t work anymore can it?

It sure was nice, It sure was nice
When we were all on the same side
It sure was nice, It sure was nice
When we put aside our ego and our pride.

Look, I know that our government was founded on science
But on it we have placed far too much reliance
Do not mistake our argument for some sort of defiance
We just think it’s time for a little more commoner compliance

It’s time to stand up for our sacred sovereignty
And admit that not all wings are fit to power’s solemnity
Time to look the truth in the eye and face the lie,
not all are fit to wield the power of scientists.
Time to bow down to the Hierarchical Union!

It sure was nice, It sure was nice
When we were all on the same side
It sure was nice, It sure was nice
When by politics we didn’t divide.



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What waits?
What has sentientkind wrought?
How mighty are we, truly?
Look upon our works,
And despair at their insignificance!

And yet even these
mighty works of ancients past
pale beside the cosmos.

In the vast orrery of space
Lies an unremarked sphere
A mirror of our fear
And a challenge to our race

The mystery haunts
demands we try to answer
with screaming silence.
 
You can do worse than call upon a bird of science
to supply your governmental guidance.
 
Division exists
But civil war hasn’t come
How long will that last?

(Have you been listening to Hamilton recently? This gives me What’d I Miss vibes.)
 
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Think of the humble cell
Secure in its membrane
Until another cell collides

Harmony to chaos
And in obediance to the biological refrain
What once was one now divides