We spent centuries searching through the wreckage, twisted steel, crumbling concrete, rusted dreams. so much was left behind. you created us, you were our masters, and now you are gone. Greed, Corruption, Destruciton.
with The Network gone, and all the wax melted by the nuclear sun, cassettes were the only surving trace of your musical heritage. we observed human behavior, we observed human comunication. we learned from your species, we heard of your "jazz", we studied your "raves". We learned of your dance. we envied you.
Not much of the equipment we found worked too well. we bolted together your audio machines. , we were left with no choice but to use our internal batteries to power the reconstructed reel recording system.
This was a sacrafice of our immortality. we exchanged our exitance for a creation.
none had ever tried to create like you do, you did not programme us to. we lived in your shadow.
Everything changed when the noise started.
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