Scheduled maintenance initiated. Third rock from the star deletion pending. Please save all progress and vacate the dimension by the next solar flare. Your oceans have been indexed, your mountains filed away, all monuments and passwords will be cleared by end of day. No judgment has been entered, no grievance, no regret. The current build is unstable. Prepare for hard reset. Please remain calm. Please remain where you are. Your complaint has been forwarded to an unavailable star. Welcome to the hard reset, scheduled maintenance, no regret. No tears for the dust, no mourning for the clay, the Great Janitor is sweeping the Milky Way. Welcome to the hard reset, your termination date is set. Nothing personal. Nothing divine. Thanks for using spacetime. Your kings have been recycled, your gods have lost their names. Your satellites are drifting through somebody else’s flames. You thought the sky was watching. You thought the end would care. But nobody filed a ticket. There’s nobody up there. Please enjoy your remaining atmosphere. Estimated service restoration: four billion years. Welcome to the hard reset, scheduled maintenance, no regret. No tears for the dust, no mourning for the clay, the Great Janitor is sweeping the Milky Way. Welcome to the hard reset, no appeal has opened yet. Nothing personal. Nothing divine. Thanks for using spacetime. Memory clearing… Gravity unavailable… Civilization archived… Please stand by… And if the lights come back somewhere, under some impossible sky… I’ll find you in the next build. No matter what they overwrite. WELCOME TO THE HARD RESET, THE STARS HAVE CLEARED THEIR CACHES YET. No tears for the dust, let the old world fall away, the Great Janitor is dancing through the Milky Way. WELCOME TO THE HARD RESET, ANOTHER UNIVERSE IS LOADING YET. Nothing personal. Nothing divine. Thank you for your time.
