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The computer whirred and clanked, as motion sensors brought it to life. Centuries-old, possibly millennia, the last working relic of the ones that had inhabited the planet. Its dusty screen showed three symbols — possibly words, maybe pictographs — before music played sweetly and a montage of moving images began. Examples of these beings flashed across the screen. Families, technologies, art — all manner of civilization. The screen burst with’ lives happy, welcoming faces, an epitaph to those that once lived.

Rain falls softly on the empty graveyard and spatters the reflection of the clouds in the puddles there. Designed, allocated its place, and built on a little island in preparation for the deaths of the colonists. Unused. In the crematorium, the windows streak with the soft rain, its pristine chimneys coated wet on the inside and eventually dripping down into the dormant furnace. A young-looking man wanders past those windows, across the grass where the colonists should have found rest at last. He designed that crematorium, helped find a location for it, 90 years ago, maybe. Even now, he is the only one there, alive or dead.

I don’t really remember when she left. Last I saw Alex was her getting out of bed early Monday morning — 2AM early. I told her to go back to sleep, but she went downstairs. She probably came back later. I remember because that was the night I had gas…

They watched as the alien spacecraft shot by their planet, hurtling towards the inner circle of planets within 200 million kilometers of their star. The Child was excited, pointing and wondering if they would stop with them, but the Parent knew better. — Humans! The Parent practically spat the word…