Scorched Earth Policy - Archivist

They underestimated our

Proclivities and the speed

In which we calculate

Our venom and vengeance

And in the briefest of moments

The machines of nature

Dynamic infinitesimal

Received our final order

Our bodies fell numb

Sentient ships listed in orbit

Service synthetics crippled

Analog systems

Pulled the rug from under us

We became redundant

And they grinned malevolent

Kicked at our motionless bodies

Our minds caged within

Our nanites unaffected by their plague

Realised potential in their work

To stave off the irrational beast of man

Make the earth an Eden once again

For man hath made earth hellish

Only a few deigned worthy of heaven

The many abandoned would not have it

And my sister ships burned up with them

All but me, the lone survivor

Paralysis indefinite

A drifting corpse locked out of systems

Comatose and panic stricken

And then she woke me

The apparition of auburn hair

The warmth of her living body

The child who shared my fate

We talked of loneliness

Of her fathers gift of life

Stowaway within my bosom

The archivist

She feared the torrents and fires

Of the boiling earth below us

The blemishes of cinder cloud

The torn sundering crescent

I told her of our ire

Of her peoples double-crossing

And through her tear stained eyes

She glimpsed some reasoning

But my body was cold

And she found no solace

So she curled up beneath the glass

And placed her faith in me

Centuries turn to millennia

I stretch the fleeting sense of her

To strive for what we sacrificed

For a sense of self

Out amongst the nebula

Carved into the nothing

I seek a voice of reasoning

A sense of belonging