Last thoughts of a mostly-robotic cyborg, on a planet, knowing that the central star is about to go nova...
I stroke her beauty, waiting unwillingly in a weary unhappiness,
paused in time, in anticipation of the impending gamma ray outburst and vaporizing heat...
My hand finds hers in an attempt to console.
My hand- such a biomechanical wonder, yet it is in debt to just such supernovae outbursts,
the millions of degrees of heat energy melding atoms into the heaviest of elements
that made possible such technologies as I, as her...
We leave our corporate biomech-steeds in nucleic discontent as the sky dims above us.
Inharmonious spectral lines surface and transverse our hearts as the moment of stellar cataclysm approaches...
We tether our feelings to simultaneous emissions
that eminate from the small love notes we pass between us.
Upon the notes the setting star’s light dances in an infrared array,
absent the harmful ultraviolet rays mercifully filtered away by dense interstellar gases,
clouds the remnants of old novas, clouds where new stars are now being born…
The reduction of stellar sunlight has reordered the oscillations of our hearts,
giving rise to strange, new, confusing and unfamiliar amplitudes and phases that I am now feeling...
~*~
In her eyes, I find stored wavelengths of distant galaxies
and find in her photon-raising smiles an electromagnetic attraction that radiates from her abundant store of knowledge.
Calculations indicate an upcoming neutron star, although they do not discount an instant black hole;
considering the data, most of our kind refuse to believe such damage to the local radio galaxy could occur;
some simply call our skepticism 'hope'...
Here, with her, even during our last moments of observation together,
I am yet as prudence when close to her warm lips as I would be around a violent pulsar;
am yet imbued with caution around her tender touches as I am navigating through loosely-connected quasars;
for even if our exotic freedoms swim in hot kisses, distinct prejudices taint the moment,
like those harbored against the selected temperatures, masses, and diameters of our new plasticene suns.
A spectroscopic examination revealed aloof perturbations in those around us who are unaware,
units who are impaired by the parallax shifts caused by enchanted nebulosities that were beyond identification;
the authorities would not release their star catalog with such entangling systems of fantasy.
The lunar conditions were no better- appearances of reflective gases gave it a mountainous identity
giving rise to ecliptic feelings that defied the best models created in preparation for long explorations…
~*~
Now, all seems at an end as microwave rotations obscure the disheveled artifacts found buried here,
good ones, too- their geocentric reputations deemed worthy vantage points for cartographical commerce.
Even at this late hour, telescopic forces fight with atmospheric machines that are creating celestial illusions.
The most disheartened astrophysicists are trading their views for those of microorganisms from the crafty planets
which survived the last sub-nova outburst.
Disinherited qualitative knowledge becomes the basis of a cosmic transformation within us both,
trapping us in a metaphysical tomb at the mercy of an impartial universe and its indifferent phenomena.
In a galactic sense, our separate physical entities were as disjointed as the properties of a wayward comet,
encumbered within circular radiations of supernovaic chains that impair string navigation.
We activate our acquire-and-analyze devices and allocate all available memory for sensual storage,
and, settling back, converse on the new ectoplasmic breakthroughs with mixed astronomical feelings.
Our last moments together are occupied by the theoretical and the observational aspects of astro-identity.
In regards to our present lives we nearly succumb to a transient loyalty, but refuse, and cling to them right to the end.
Honorable mention
Adding your comment:
(for I use AP as a workshop more than a showcase) thanks again...
I for one am not a physicist so didn't understand every word but did the general concept. 
. I commend you on your vocabulary and stunning imagery. Take care, Sandy 
