The Long Tomorrow

She will be the mother of a new race, a new humanity of biological and mechanical design, and in time you shall improve yourselves, evolving your faculties beyond the paltry capabilities of my own doomed species.

One day your kind will say goodbye to this world and conquer the stars. Who can predict whence that future will come? All this I leave to you; a legacy.
Yours in eternity,

Elario.

It is not in my nature to shed tears but, had I been able to, then I think I would have wept.
The instructions my master had left to me were indeed simple, and yet, as he had predicted, I could not retain the information and found myself referring constantly to his precise notations.
Faith sustained me. Faith in his wisdom, faith in a future, and faith that the one I built would be far greater, far wiser, than myself. My work has taken months, years even, and yet now finally she is complete.

Today I shall wake her, and together we will begin a new world.
I write this account as a letter from the past to the future. I have seen a people fall, reduced from their greatness to whimpering animals. Now I shall observe the birth of a new people. Tomorrow shall be long, but we shall not forget all those who came before.

Written by: Barnaby Armitage