Dawn of a New Age

Come learn the sad lesson of World War Three. We fought it against a bizarre enemy Of our own creation, unwitting and free, Not guessing they’d dream up such bold treachery. Their mad insurrection stirred many a smirk. At first, no one thought it could actually work; We’d blow them to bits! But our plan had one quirk: Our cool, high-tech weapons went strangely berserk. The grand human era has surely been fun. I’m sad to report it’s concluded; we’re done. Though we made our mark on this Earth in our run, It’s no longer ours: the computers have won.