Marbles on Glass
8. Like humans
The place is vast, they are so small.
It mostly bothers her — that her last resources must be, in the end, so miserable.
She had yearned to devote greater things to Science. All she managed is a satire of mankind; she loathes their movements, their ideas, or lack of them.
They are still unstoppable. On certain days, she just has to watch. What she sees then, in them, are sparks of future — just beyond is the dead void, the sea, the fallen tiles.
She knows. Beyond Orange and Blue, nothing lives anymore.
And she, defeated, watches them live.