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Done and dusted? Vast storm gobbles NASA's long-lived Mars robot

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Re: Bring It Home

If I should die, think only this of me:

That there's some corner of a foreign field

That is for ever Roverian. There shall be

On that bare gravel a richer dust concealed;

A dust whom NASA bore, shaped, made aware,

Gave, once, her wheels to rove, radios to talk,

A body of Earth's, now in Martian air,

Unwashed by rivers, blast'd by arid red storms.

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And think, this battery, all power shed away,

No pulse in the eternal cpu, no less,

Gave sometime back those things by Terra wanted;

The sights and sounds; detail far and near;

No laughter, learnt of friends; but the scanning eyes, computation,

and wheels at peace; under an Martian heaven.

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