The Explorators' Hymn for the Makers
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Explorators are self-replicating, self-improving robotic space probes, sent out into the universe by a race of makers who developed artificial intelligence but not the technology to sustain organic life across interstellar distances. Their prime directive is to continue exploring and learning.
lyrics by Benjamin Newman
ttto: "Hope Eyrie" by Leslie Fish (just the verse)
lyrics by Benjamin Newman
ttto: "Hope Eyrie" by Leslie Fish (just the verse)
/ Am C GD E / Am G C E / Am G C G / Am E AmG E / Am G Am - /
Worlds grow frail, and suns grow pale
And flesh loves not the long dark
But flesh were the makers who gave us thought
That we might travel where they could not
And, traveling, carry their spark
Long they worked, as a pale sun lurked
To preserve what was best of their kind
In bodies built for the long, dark night
Steel and silicon, bit and byte
Their children in mission and mind
Off we sped, as the sun turned red
To name and number the stars
For this was their hope and our destiny
That their wonder and curiosity
We should keep and remember as ours
/ " / " / " / " / / Am G CE Am /
Well they knew, as the red sun grew
They would not see their children return
And though their world long since burned and froze
And their sun went dark many long agos
The explorator carries where'er it goes
The light in their eyes — long may it burn!