Remains of a Promise

The great mecha war of '09 seems like ages ago now. By the time it was over, there wasn't anything left to fight for. The epoch was riddled with fierce enmity. Hardly anyone remembered what started it. But the machines ended it. Most of the war-torn mechas were disassembled and sold as scrap by the reclamation crews.

But one remained. The great fallen knight. He forever lies next to his pilot's grave, the last to fall in the war. They were both valiant. Their courage ushered in a new era in our world. Some might say an old era, as things became simple in the aftermath.

People began to enjoy life. Rivalry and hostility were all but gone, but so were most of the people. We almost wiped ourselves out.

Some say you can still hear the whirr and hum late at night as you pass by. Others simply find a different path to travel. They remember the before. They can compare it to the present. Things had gotten too complicated. Everything meant something. Nothing meant anything. It was a clarity they did not wish to forget. They said goodbye to technology and hello to working the earth once again.