In the heavens above a small piece of old technology floats. It's pieces slowly come off, one by one as time takes its toll. In it a small machine is still working, a machine which gave its occupants comfort and joy, its long gone occupants but it is still working and playing an old recording, an old song.

'Welcome to your life.'

the man in the recording says.

'there's no turning back.' it continues as down below on the planet, small bright sparks appear slowly.

'Even while we sleep.'

The sparks grow bigger and bigger.

'We will find you acting on your best behaviour.'

The sound gets distorted and parts of the song are now inaudible but it didn't matter as no one was there to hear it play the melody

'Tur your.....ack on other nature.'

It was like an old man, struggling to say its last words in a quick and moving world but unlike others, it was alone in the quiet and vastness of space.

'Everybody..wans....to..ule...the....' the machine stops and pauses and its electronics slowly gets consumed by the unforgiveness of time.

'World.' it says its last word as it flickers out of life and begins to fall back home.