[ IP ] Abandoned by Man

How should I know the story of a thing that lies alone? 
 
 It can think no more. Maybe the loneliness makes its death for the best. This whole place reeks with the ghosts of actions and events that have long since passed. Nothing happens now. 
 
 The synthetic skin is peeling away, showing the outside world the truth. There was a cold, lifeless thing in here, did it ever live? It must have; a smile creases the peeling face, sweet release. Only a life lived could make this happen. In a world like this, only former pain can yield happiness in death. 
 
 I peer into the mouth. The drying skin caused the smile to widen over time. Like the flowers that reclaim the metal to the earth, happiness is slow here.
