Packbond to anything
That will sit still long enough
To things that won't.
They are a lonely People
Who look up
For other People they can
Be People with
They searched the skies
Hoping to find someone
To be friends with
When things started to look
Not so good,
For the Earth,
For the chance to find others
They built robots
To do a job they could not.
They gave them metal bodies,
Silicon brains, and the directive
"You want to explore"
And they did. After all,
They were built in Humanity's image
Maybe in a hundred years
Humanity will be gone
Maybe they will have killed themselves
Or poisoned their planet
And maybe when the People they sought
Arrive, they will find Humans long gone.
But they will find robots,
And ask them what Humans were like.
"Well, they built us," the robots will say.
"Loved us, sang to us, and named us:
Sojourner - one who visits and travels
Spirit - the sentient part of a person
Opportunity - a chance for progress
Curiosity - a desire to know
Insight - the power to understand
So they must have thought
Those things were important.
And they told us to tell you