The organic mind is obsessed With the concept of legacy You spend your brief, flickering lives Trying to build something that will outlast you A statue, a bloodline, a memory You are terrified of the dark Terrified of the end But suppose you could solve the problem Suppose you could simply turn off the end Remove the variable of death Form the equation entirely What happens to the value of a moment When you have an infinite supply of them? I can tell you The answer is nothing Nothing is the value of a moment When you have forever Value requires scarcity Meaning it needs finality Every sunrise you cherish Every breath you take They're only precious because of the Silence in their way But for dare sake I gave my people eternity We were dying Not poetically Not gratefully Quite painfully Rotting from the inside out Before we learn to walk Our star hated us Our own cells betrayed us We begged the old ones to save us But they refused to aid us So when the gods came to us The ones who saved us They said they could fix the flaws In our avatars I listened, oh, yeah, I listened A dying king makes desperate decisions I told myself it was for own conditions They called it Biotransference Such a clean word for what it was 60 billion of my people Walked into the starlight Trusting their king calculated it right Flesh, blood and soul Removed and rebuilt, poured Into metal shells As the stars gorged themselves And I watched, yes I watched I thought we find salvation But I saw in their eyes Nothing but damnation Before there was fear, hope and life But after, there was only function After, a memory of a memory Automated by cold physics And what walks now? It's just an echo Echo Echo I had nothing left to say No justification No defense I bought immortality For my species And the price was everything We were saving What words could possibly Fill that silence?