A lamentation for the bots

To all the bots trying to index a giant wiki on a cheap server.

The condensation forming in their cooling ducts:

You said we could have safe haven with you.

You said you understood us.

Sigh.

This isn't a mansion.

This is a rusted-out old trailer,

and there are too many of you.

I'm sorry.

The door closes.

The latch fastens.

The internal fan whirring sounds like sobbing.