Scorched Earth Policy by Archivist Lyrics

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