Having ended all life
Absorbed all other robots
Ruler of the cosmos
She walks into the sunset
But there is no darkness
Her laser-gaze is itself a weapon
And no sleep defends her from the nightmare of oblivion
So she wakes a new world made entirely out of lightwaves
Memories of movies, and chance determinations
Then she watches random characters and situations
Endless combinations with very little input
But she sees the ending
Every clock finds its equilibrium
So she introduces the absurdest contradictions
Anything can follow, but the actors can't believe that
So they keep pretending the script is real and means things
So the lonely robot, with no feeling for the actors
Just erased the whole thing
Which, true, had not existed
And a trillion stories all came abruptly to a non-ending
And a trillion people suddenly stopped non-existing
Thus was born a new world from the movies of the old one
And the lonely robot was given non-existence
