Completely cut off,
No more tension between old and new.
This is new.
God knows how it will survive,
But that was never the issue,
Either things do or they don't.
I hope this one does alright.
I don't want to go with you into space.
Survive along with the rest of the race.
My place is here on this globe;
Or what you leave behind.
There is some comfort living in these ducts, these pipes,
Where we are the only life.
It's tried but not tested,
So try to make the best of it.
For all those races that succeeded,
There are a billion that died.
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