Another Monday is here, and Demo Disk remains. The sun rises, the sun sets, and Demo Disk remains. The tides run in and out; we sow and reap our crops. Seasons come and seasons go. Babies are born and grow up, and fall in love and make a family, and die. And Demo Disk remains. Empires rise and crumble. Art, writing, poetry, and song come in and out of fashion. Gods are worshiped, for a time, until they are forgotten. All of human history is but the blink of an eye. And Demo Disk remains. Stars wheel in the heavens. The moons traverse their planets, the planets circle their suns, the suns silently spin around their galactic cores. The vast majesty of the universe unfurls in ten billion galaxies, dancing the cosmic ballet unmarked by all...but Demo Disk remains. Demo Disk remains.