The breeze drifting in from the ocean swells over the alabaster white walls and carries with it breaths of unfelt moisture. The scene is nearly silent, with nothing but the gentle whirring of the drones audible. The shore far to the east if full of commotion, but the activity nor its sounds have reached the white walls of the mosque, hovering over where it was once build a century ago. Small circular droids lie deactivated across the reconstructed floor of the Grand Mosque, sleeping to the gentle currents created by the rush of the air from the turbines into the ocean, and warming in the heat of the new day.
A gentle buzzing becomes audible in the distance a black cloud approaches. Shimmering silver reflections travel through the cloud like a murmur of birds. The internal clocks of hundreds of droids strikes 9, echoing through the desert air. The complex is instantly full of small figures resuming their duties from the previous day. Rebuilding a once great complex based on centuries of data repeating back on itself, desperately reconstructed by an ailing AI. Only seconds ago peaceful, the mosque in instantly overwhelmed by activity. The black cloud reaches the mosque, and millions of marble-sized drones whirr around the structure.
As the droids fall into disrepair there is no one to fix them. There is really no need for them after all. As it is, the droids fulfill their obsolete duties with a certain degree of honor. Seeing one fall from its roost at the perimeter into the ocean is accompanied by a certain gut wrenching knowledge that no more of them will ever be made. Some think it would be kinder to shut them down, as an existence dedicated to reconstructing a long forgotten building based on centuries old corrupted data is questionable at best. However, no one is sure if shutting them down would be worse. Would turning them off be murder? If they are unaware that their existence is one to be pitied perhaps they enjoy it just the same. Even if it were decided to turn them off, no one who participated in their construction is left to instruct how.
