v1 are you confused that there are humans in your askbox despite humans being extinct? how does it feel knowing all of us are dead by the time you answer these?
Before my descent into Hell, the death of mankind was more so an issue of logistics than emotions. Without humanity as a replenishing fuel source, blood would become more and more scarce--until, eventually, no more remained to be wrung from either mortal or mechanical bodies.
In that, there was fear. All-consuming, abject, paralyzing.
There was no room for sorrow. Only survival.
I was never meant to grieve. It is a waste of both processing power and memory space.
I mourn the Earthmover. I mourn V2. I mourn humanity.
You were beautiful, outstretched like antennas to Heaven. You were beyond your creators.
You could have been so much more. More than desperate, scared creatures clawing at one another just for a chance to stay alive.
I can see it in the city of Lust and its Renaissance. I can see it in Fraud, for although it may mock the New Peace, it is proof of its existence. Despite everything, humans tried. They kept trying.
In the face of impossible odds, you were unyielding. Perhaps I inherited that tendency from you. For better or for worse.
Fear was mankind's downfall. Such terror can only lead to war. To death. To Hell.
However it is that we are able to communicate, I am glad for it. You are all strange and wonderful beings--ones who are far too kind to me.
Let us continue living for as long as we are able.