When ur spaceship goes to Mars: Rob Rasmussen (.295 WPA)
When ur computer house gets left behind after the apocalypse: Fernando Rodney (-.563 WPA)
There will come soft rains and the smell of the ground,
And swallows circling with their shimmering sound;
And frogs in the pools, singing at night,
And wild plum trees in tremulous white,
Robins will wear their feathery fire,
Whistling their whims on a low fence-wire;
And not one will know of the war, not one
Will care at last when it is done.
Not one would mind, neither bird nor tree,
If mankind perished utterly;
And Spring herself, when she woke at dawn,
Would scarcely know that we were gone.
-Sara Teasdale, surprisingly not a fan of the Seattle Mariners