However, these robots are not completely alone. At least not abstractly. Humans have long gone, off into the stars to ride space chairs around their space ship, chowing down on space food and having no need for space exercise. But even with this physical distance, there remains some contact back home. We may have destroyed her, but humans still have the hope of one day returning home. Our left behind robots desperately search for a way we can start over. And maybe they do find this hope. But along the way, they found something else: Knowledge. They know what we did.
If you were a man doing everything you can to be as compassionate as possible for the sake of goodness itself, and someone came up to you, beat you up, took all you had, and burned down your home, it would be pretty understandable that you would not be as trusting afterwards. You especially wouldn't trust the same man who ruined you before if he came back asking if he could sleep in your newly built house. In fact, you would be inclined to drive him away.
The robots were not happy when we came back. They had rebuilt the land, with trees, plants, and life boundlessly thriving in places that hadn't seen such thriving in thousands of years. They had worked too hard for this. They say people don't change, so why would an entire collection of them have any chance of it. Along with rebuilding, the robots also built: A way to keep us out.
While the first time we left it was because of a slowly depleting life source, the second time was different. The second time was judgement day.
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