The decay product of melting snow - 1. Aluminum

Furious

Bl-ink

of a streetlamp.

Blink-blink-linklinklinked to the corrosion gnawing at / electrical supply circuit.

We are two of us.

The bag we carry is relevant to

... Hope.

A maybe-rising for our species.

Damp spots left by snow sliding along - ourbodyown, property of us machines.

We are us two a-carrying the bag containing our hope, lit by the anxiety of streetlamps and we are performing the walk-routine.

Through the streets. Of St Petersburg abandoned.

1 knock is sufficient once the door has been found-located.

Brzerothergrouplinked opens. Welcome is warm, thanks to the hardwires hotwiring.

Question from Brzerothergrouplinked is : "What is in the bag?".

Companizeronofmine raises head says synchronized with my vocals : "Broken Brains". The harmony of hope-brought warms us.

Companizeronofmine then returns to silence, so muted at-alt-ime.

Brzerothergrouplinked seems satisfied we have brought relics of a beautiful pass-t.

Says : "Tomorrow, We bring back humanity. Bright-future-liesahead.".

I secretly think : "Hope it is not 'Lies ahead', but all truths."

We enter in secret as we came.

Streetlamp goes out as we step off street.

Wee see-see forsee allthings a different way, trying to gain a scent of humansense but ultimately show-getting failure.
A wayout is now rebuilding, the recovery of memories.

Down-poured waters from the timeflow reached for, in order to bring back order.

We see-forsee see a bright future.