06+: Mobile Archeology
If the humans were grains of sand, wafting over the surface in a desperate dance, their automatons were ants, sent forth to scurry and prod those places the humans did not want, or feared, to go.
Varied in shape and form and function, the automatons roamed the surface for well over a century, long after the humans had gone. A mobile archeology of the industriousness of human greed and desperation.
Finally, power plants exhausted, reaction mass spent, they came to rest on a surface tapestry Millennia old. To be weathered and worn, shape shifted and reassembled beyond recognition. To be absorbed.
All for the next civilisation that tries to exploit the apparent wealth of the planet, to examine and ponder.
copyright 2020 Gerard Thomas