Long after the last mammal gasps its final breath, somewhere far from Earth, an intrepid alien away team gingerly applies voltage to long-dormant mains. The old facility groans and slowly coughs its way back from death, but too much time has passed. Motors churn sluggishly and give out again, seized for eternity. Computer banks hum briefly before shorting out in a final cascade of sparks and smoking electrolytes.
But in a bedchamber, a dumb, faithful single-purpose device starts blinking 12:00.
"I appreciate SDF but it's a general-purpose server and the name doesn't make it obvious that it's about art." - Eugen Rochko