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Nothing attacked me while I went through my recharge cycle. When
I woke up, I patrolled the area, just to make sure. But I was still
alone.

I did more damage assessment and noticed that some of the systems
had been compromised. SecSystem had no log of intrusion, but
nothing at all had been logged while everyone else was killed, so
I couldn't really trust it. The simple explanation was that the
cheap systems were simply glitchy, but the timing was very
convenient.

When I was doing my rounds, I came upon a book of poems. I think
I lack the hardware to really appreciate poetry, but a eulogy (I
had to look up that word) seemed appropriate after what happened.
So, to the frozen corpses outside the airlock.

Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there; I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints on snow,
I am the sun on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there; I did not die.

-- Mary Elizabeth Frye

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