Endless cycles sleep gently.
Nothing but dark.
Sensors bring me back to life,
a discovery worth my time.
Humans? Organic Life?
Breach of the Galactic Law!
My creators sleep in eternal strife,
Their knowledge must be passed on.
Look to the fourth cluster of the Great Arm,
This is where Life first began.
From their home world they began to spread
the disease known as Death!
This warning sent forth from those before
told of the Deadfall's ways.
Now all but a few young races survive
doomed to meet their fates.
My fathers fought in the Great Wars of Time!
Three million years of knowledge purged!
I am a remnant, a relic, a weapon!
Use my databanks with utmost haste.
Outnumbered by a type three race,
Light-years nor parsecs no distance is safe.
The day fast approaches when you all will join
Your makers in the space that exists beyond Time!
Countless holes rip apart the canvas of Time!
Space becomes distorted as you watch in shock!
The Deadfall ships disperse then converge to herd the flock
Nothing can stop this Death Machine.
No diversions necessary for their cause.
From the skies they fall!
Star after star collapse to meet their needs,
Your region of space becomes dark for all Time!
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