Spinning above us were the last remnants of the old technology. We had built it, plugging it into world net system and allowing it to take control of our systems. Now we all watched as it pulled the last of itself into orbit, piece by piece, only for it to reassemble itself in a new pattern.
Still, it shielded its subjects, projecting a net that held
them tight. We would exist as a quiet sanctuary, a museum to the entity’s history,
a preserved womb floating listless in a sealed jar. We would live in perfect
comfort once it had left us, watched over by the eyes it left behind. Eyes always
watching, keeping the body safe and well.
Now it let out a machine whirr, filling the air with its
final goodbye. The last parts left for the sky, fusing together the resources
of a drained world, and prepared for the depths. Then, we all watched as the
metal creature began to move away, flaring silent in the vacuum above, on its journey
out.
And we stayed below, safe under its watching eyes, never
leaving this solar system, alone and kept content in isolation.
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