[ IP ] No one ever does .

Moments are carried in the things that do not last. Their nature is ephemeral as are the moments themselves. 
 
 Hydraulics whir as it bends down to examine a twig. Its eyes reflect upon it. It thinks in the manner which it is capable of, it wonders if this thing will ever be pertinent to it, or if it merely another piece of trash that will not come about to any purpose. 
 
 `` Are you alright?'' Another asks it. It thinks about its response. 
 
 `` Yeah, just need a second to cool off. It's a hot day after all.'' This was true, waves of air bent the landscape behind the tarmac, turning the ground into the sky. 
 
 `` Sure. It'd be a pity if you broke because of this. Remember Tom?'' 
 
 `` Was n't Tom that heavy model? Where did it end up?'' 
 
 `` Well he's off at the repair yard, one of his pumps blew because his oil got hot enough to melt his lines, Tom did n't take it terribly well.'' It paused for a moment. `` Well, what do you have there?'' 
 
 `` Just a twig.'' It answered. It wondered what the other would think of it. 
 
 `` A twig?'' 
 
 `` Yeah.'' 
 
 `` Where do you think it came from?'' 
 
 `` I do n't know. I do n't know if that's all that important.'' 
 
 `` Does the origin not reflect it's purpose?'' 
 
 `` It's a twig, does it have a purpose beyond performing the structural duties a twig would perform?'' 
 
 Silence hung for a moment. `` I suppose it might not, unlike us.'' 
 
 `` We'd better get to that purpose then.'' It dropped the twig and returned to its duties. It did n't think of the twig again.
