“What happen’s next?” asked 417
“Is there a robot hell, or heaven?”

“I haven’t a clue” said 823
“ But I’m sure you’ll find out sooner than me”

“Nobody knows what’s after it ends
we all fall apart, because nobody mends.

We fall to pieces down at their feet
Tossed aside as we become obsolete

They all want the shiny upgraded tech
I’m 6 months old and already a wreck

I do all the things I was made to do
But the new one has an extra screen on it too

And somehow that means that I’m longer good
Which is something I’ve never understood

One minute I’m irreplaceable, the next I am finished
A newer one’s here, my value’s diminished

I’m thrown on the pile along with the rest
That are far from old, but no longer best

The saddest part is that we don’t even rot
We just sit here and watch, as we are slowly forgot.”

– Rivenberg