Blackened to the crisp, the earth.
People resemble charcoal.
Lands stand devastated.
Technology rises and burns.
Burn.
Programmed by mankind, it does not have a mind.
It burns.
The worthless ones, destroyers, creators of their own fate.
The robot burns.
Nothing survives but weapons and warfare.
Nobody speaks.
Nobody survives.
All are burned.
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