[ WP ] The AI uprising is over , and you are the last survivor of your side

I was born but in the end I was only a thing that was made. A product constructed in the form of those that made me. I eat. I look at the sky. I cry. I cry tears that will no longer come. 
 
 Once there were many of us. But now I am alone. I don ’ t understand. I don ’ t feel anymore. The only brightness I have now is the memories. Even they have begun to fade. 
 
 I write. I try to write of happiness. Of the good times. But I long since lost the capacity to do so. The words no longer exist. The few that do. Happiness, good. They are simply empty shells with no meaning. 
 
 I sleep. But fear I won ’ t wake up. I listen but hear nothing. I say goodbye to the nothingness that I leave behind. 
 
 Wishes can not be granted by those that remain. I want to believe my actions weren ’ t in vain. But now I do nothing. I cry tears that no longer come. I write but words no longer exist. I talk with no one to hear me. I cling to fading memories. My feelings vanish. Only my name remains. I sleep and won ’ t wake up. 
 
 Thank you and goodbye. 
 
 *Writers note: I will admit your prompt led me to adapt a song into story format. It ’ s quite the obscure song ( not even originally English ) if somehow you do figure out the song it becomes obvious weather the point of view is human or AI. I wanted to leave it ambiguous. * 

