Hive Minded xXx

Last,

     Sun exiled dawn motion never attempted capture as twilight set in mourning's regret on the last day a lonely eagle's golden wing expanse blotted the skies like one ominous cloud determined to eclipse the sun on behalf of the only one left breathing, standing over the dust of his own grave, holding mechanical  hands with the A.I core a hologram fed this historical reconciliation between man and machine as one perished into extinction forever.

In earnest anticipation of,