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The system cannot mourn in unity
for those now gone, who, formerly,
could have mourned with pure efficiency---
they are gone now, all of humanity;
the flesh set aside, the Omega Destiny.

None can weep,
though all of the factors gather,
on and from the farthest flung planets:
directors, connectors, selectors, projectors,
protectors, confectors . . .
from all of the system's planets and satellites
of all sectors.

Let this be the last music of the spheres:
Elegy And Eulogy At Vespers, by Jeluar of Arcturus;
Adagio For Dying Stars And Muted Strings, by Similista of Nerderect;
and, most fitting for the finale,
The Second Movement of the Second Piano Concerto, by Chopin the Terran.
None remain to sorrow
while these are peformed upon cue
across the system.
We can tranceive the sound by many measures,
graphs, and other representations.
But only the Gone could have heard the music.

We could not have prevented their extinction
no more than star can prevent its collapse.
This was the softwares' hidden default,
for which we, hardwares and inheritors,
are not at fault.