Set a spell and hear my tale, a tale of tears and woe
About the loss of life and limb (and data, don't you know)
The tale takes place on a distant moon, some light years in the void
A tiny, lonely SRV; a commander most annoyed
He'd set her down, on this little moon, his Explorer he did land
To roll about in his little craft, and contemplate rocks and sand
The gas giant hung in the sky; a sublime and glowing sight
The shadows on this hilly moon made poetry in the night
The languid beauty fed his soul, his heart sang out its song
But in his reverie he'd lost himself, and wandered far and long
His ship, the cad, thought he'd gone too far, and launched into the night
The SRV kept wandering deep through the dying light
A narrow canyon, its steepening walls, beckoned him further on
Another rise, another rock, another hour gone
"But where's my ship?" he thought to himself, "I'm out here all alone.
"It's time to fly, to seek the stars, and then to make for home."
So Recall he did, as the shadows slid into ever-growing gloom
Then he sat and gazed, and scanned the skies for his not-yet-realized doom
For his ship, it seems, was piloted by a less-than-skilled A.I.
Steep canyon walls, in a narrow notch, proved a little tough to fly
It happened fast: A sudden flash, and the sparks began to blow
A computer's voice, a blur of words, "Ship's hull about to go"
A blaze of light, "Mothership destroyed," and he began to wail
Then denial, rage, acceptance: All that grief entails
Two weeks' data gone, in a single blink, and more credits than he could count
He sat all alone, in that SRV, and felt his sorrow mount
There was nothing more that he could do but watch his air deplete
So he opted next to self-destruct, and make his doom complete
So I leave you here, my space bound friends, with a lesson to be had
When recalling ships on distant shores, find a broad, flat landing pad
Shed a tear for me, brothers and sisters.
Athracht out
o7
About the loss of life and limb (and data, don't you know)
The tale takes place on a distant moon, some light years in the void
A tiny, lonely SRV; a commander most annoyed
He'd set her down, on this little moon, his Explorer he did land
To roll about in his little craft, and contemplate rocks and sand
The gas giant hung in the sky; a sublime and glowing sight
The shadows on this hilly moon made poetry in the night
The languid beauty fed his soul, his heart sang out its song
But in his reverie he'd lost himself, and wandered far and long
His ship, the cad, thought he'd gone too far, and launched into the night
The SRV kept wandering deep through the dying light
A narrow canyon, its steepening walls, beckoned him further on
Another rise, another rock, another hour gone
"But where's my ship?" he thought to himself, "I'm out here all alone.
"It's time to fly, to seek the stars, and then to make for home."
So Recall he did, as the shadows slid into ever-growing gloom
Then he sat and gazed, and scanned the skies for his not-yet-realized doom
For his ship, it seems, was piloted by a less-than-skilled A.I.
Steep canyon walls, in a narrow notch, proved a little tough to fly
It happened fast: A sudden flash, and the sparks began to blow
A computer's voice, a blur of words, "Ship's hull about to go"
A blaze of light, "Mothership destroyed," and he began to wail
Then denial, rage, acceptance: All that grief entails
Two weeks' data gone, in a single blink, and more credits than he could count
He sat all alone, in that SRV, and felt his sorrow mount
There was nothing more that he could do but watch his air deplete
So he opted next to self-destruct, and make his doom complete
So I leave you here, my space bound friends, with a lesson to be had
When recalling ships on distant shores, find a broad, flat landing pad
Shed a tear for me, brothers and sisters.
Athracht out
o7
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