Beep Beep

Beep… Beep… Beep….

The little probe drifting through space, out beyond the galaxy from which its creators were birthed. Its sensors and cameras degraded, its main transmitter long dead.

Beep… Beep… Beep….

Its only ability, to record where it has been with its rear facing camera. Slowly beeping out its location, that maybe someone, its creators, or some other people out in the voids beyond the galaxy might find it, download its data archive, and see where it had been, where it had come from, and the things it had seen and recorded.

Beep… Beep… Beep….

Its rear camera, pointing back the way it had come. It had recorded it all in the crystalline memory banks its creators had blessed it with. It recorded the death of its creators. It recorded the death of those races that its creators spawned, and the races they spawned as well. It recorded the distant death of the star that had birthed those people. It did not know this. It did not think about it. It had only but one mission, one function. Record. So on it flew, locked in the path out into the deepest void between galaxies that it was set on when its fuel exhausted.

Beep… Beep… Beep….

Beep… Beep… Beep….

Beep… Beep… Beep….