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Maintenance Frame #27B-6 felt its eyes grow dim. Electrons slowed, time grew still. It sat down heavily on unfeeling legs, and let both broom and programming fall away.

The broom clattered to the cracked ground, beneath a broken roof and empty sky.

There was no fear, only satisfaction. After a thousand years, it would be rewarded. The Manufacturer was all-knowing, all-seeing and filled with love. It must be so; why else would It have breathed life into silicon and aluminum? #27B-6 had carried out its programming faithfully; it would be welcomed back to the Factory. 

It felt sure.