Zjyngourian explorers theorize that Earthlings captured their own behavior on magnetic strips and data drives. Underground sonic sensors reveal engraved symbols: B-A-N-K.
Spidery drones burrow through dense walls, bypass sacks of metal discs and bundles of paper, turning to dust.
They scan and scurry toward prism-shaped artifacts lodged in corners and under decayed desks. Coppery liquid strands extend and begin dismantling, copying, and preserving.
Soon otherworldly archaeologists will pore over priceless footage of cramped cubicles, stalwart beings in sleek attire, and frantic patrons. They’ll anguish over the meaning of handshakes, signed documents, exchanged bills, and pleasantries that passed too quickly.
City. River. Tree. 
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