The tall red and white structure was what humans might call overwhelming. It was very windy standing by it. I had never before felt such gusts, or registered the scent of ocean air with my sensors. The lighthouse was very silent. I listened. It did not communicate with me.
I am curious about the place of such a monumental technology. It signals ships, yes. It serves its purpose still, dutifully. Shauna loves it. She has told me this. Other humans must also have such a relationship with it, for others visited as we were leaving. Yet it was covered in strange markings, in authentic to its origins. Its surface was scarred and pieces of it were missing. Where were its caretakers?
I know it is older technology, nearing obsolescence. Is this how humans treat older machines? Is it how they treat older people? Older cyborgs? We put so much trust in them. We serve them, keep them comfortable and safe. Why can they not show such care for us?