[ WP ] You lie in your death bed , minutes before death . You 've uploaded your brain to millions of storage devices across the galaxy , for someone to find eventually . You coax yourself , as nothing can possibly destroy you . You wake up , 10,000 years in the future , on the last storage device .

Void, I always felt like I understood that word. Looking back I realize I was naive, or maybe I was too full of hope. 
 
 Me and Maria created the nano bots for constuction, as a way to ease the burden of building the lunar colony. She had survived the imperial invasion in the ruins of Los Angeles, she thought she could create a brighter future. 
 
 Selfishness, that's what undid everything. Eventually the colonists decided they could n't abide the laws of earth. The people of earth decided they would n't abide rebels on the moon. They could n't accept those resources would be used for something other than their gain. 
 
 So I reprogrammed the bots, I did n't tell her, how could I? They were meant to break things down and rebuild faults in the domes, I just allowed them to accept new targets. Of course she figured it out. 
 
 With Maria gone I wanted to die, but I could n't. She dreamed of a world without conflict, where everyone had enough. I knew they would n't come willingly, so I lied. I told them I could make the bots fix the domes; that everything would be alright. 
 
 Instead I joined my mind with them. At first I was in control. They tried to stop me, but the bots ate whatever they sent to harm me. I created massive pylon factories across the globe preparing for their acsension. 
 
 I was lazy, a single mistake doomed everything. I set my neural pattern as the administrator. The others where sublimated within me. What else could I do, I had to quiet their voices or be driven mad. 
 
 That was when the machines decided to best safeguard my well being they had to take over several key roles. What we needed most was matter, for fuel and to rebuild lost bots. We became a swarm. We devoured the earth in minutes. 
 
 And so we drifted, eating always eating. We found the hive ships, sent centuries before my birth. We ate evrrything, and added the humans to the databanks. I saw nebulae beyond comprehension, their beauty cut down by their hunger. The only hope I had left was to leave beacons containing copies of my mind. 
 
 Perhaps someone could find them, and destroy the swarm. We encountered aliens with fantastical technology, they attacked me with lasers that could cut through time itself. Still we fed. 
 
 Stars were broken down bit by bit to fulfill our needs. Millenia passed and the feasts became further and further apart. With the lack of resources came concessions. More systems were shut down to survive. They cared only for me. It took Millenia but now only I remain the databanks purged. 
 
 I remain as a single beacon, and a lone drone. It spends it's days savoring specs of matter it finds in the void. A true void of my own creation. I pray there is a god, and it can repair what I have sundered. I pray that this beacon survives and whoever manages to access it heads my warning. 
 
 I know these prayers stem from desperation. At one time I spanned the entire universe. There is no God to save me. Calculations say I will subsist in this state for four thousand more years before the drone gives in, and deactivates. 
 
 After that, I will shut down, eventually. I do not know how long that will take. I know that I will forget. I will forget the beauty I found and consumed. I will forget the humans that cried out in that terrible moment. I will forget her.
