Does the story end, where now dead Martians dwell?
Extinction's risen, resurrected by a technology's hell
Ancient beings, long ago borne from an alien umbra
Destinies controlled by the digits of a binary number
Maybe in their epiphanies they sensed another land
As their lives appeared to them intelligently planned
Reinventing futuristic domains of their recycled past
Their time would be aligned again, for time's re-cast
In their surreal world of dreams and fake endeavour
Apophenia would've led them to a mainframe tether
Nothing is real for them though, like time and space
Science created dead Martians in a counterfeit race
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