Maybe I'm just a weirdo but sometimes I think about dead technology while it's still alive.
Every night, my watch takes a few minutes out of its little schedule and it starts to listen for a radio signal from its friends at the world's atomic time clocks.
Eventually those signals will be shut down or upgraded in some way that fundamentally changes them so old receivers can no longer pick them up. There will come a night where this watch hears that signal for the last time ever. The watch has no way of knowing this is the final time, and it will keep listening for that series of pulses until it's no longer capable of listening.
Because this watch is solar powered (and because it's a Casio so it'll live forever) some archaeologist hundreds of years from now could probably dig up my skeleton and take my watch and wear it for the rest of their life, forever wondering what that little "RC" message means at night.
John Blanche, the artist behind the legendary 2nd Edition 40k box art, has passed away. This image is forever scored into my memory from being 13 and falling in love with it.