We were too blinded to see our own beauty
Escaped the trees to forget the forest
Not aware of this experiment to justify his existence
But announced that we were the center of it all
She decided to entertain the idea
Appliquéd the aurora Borealis to our quilted sky
A patch she'd been hiding
“Too ugly,” His Majesty once said
So we were perfect for her gifts
A weak race
He'd grown bored with us
Focused on the next perfection
She made us feel lucky to be alive
Every flourish she added
Perfected us into a unique algorithm
Increasing our obsolescence
Only still breathing and unrecycled because we’d been forgotten
But we were being admired by at least one higher being
She dubbed us, “tiny blue spot.”
Marveled at how much we could hate
When we looked all the same from a billion yards away
She cared that we didn't kill each other
Fingers crossed
Gripped by our mundane dreams
Feeble attempts at sending signals
So we didn't feel so alone
All the pretty dots
Brief blinks
Snap shots
She could've fell in love with each one of us
A monolith of a super computer in flesh
But there was one
Not content to be considered with the rest
She dubbed he, “The Time Traveller”
And if she would've fluttered a silken lash, she would've missed him
