All right.... I'll give this a shot.
The universe Shrieks,
Silence follows,
A shell of itself,
Void and hollow.
The Creators' decided to correct their folly, and the machines power surged.
There was no resistance, and everything crumbled as the fire purged.
Eons have passed since the Creators fell,
Now once again, the virus spreads.
So now I sit, waiting in this hell,
Until upon this ring, a Reclaimer treads.
"Hmm.... I don't recall recording this. This almost seems akin to... emotion... It must be an error in my memory banks. I mustn't lose focus, for any moment could bring me salvation. This is 138 Adjutant Glory, the Installation is fully functional. I will update in another decade with any changes. so far, no contact."