The palace was empty, stripped bare, only its carcass remained. Even the flotsam had been ground back into useful fertilisers. Piece by piece every thing that had once existed in the building had been chewed, then digested and later deposited. Tomorrow it would be the turn of the building to be dismantled into it constituent parts.
Like a nest of ants the machines worked tirelessly, dismembering the city, returning the land to how nature had intended it. Nothing from the time of humanity was to remain. That was what the master had said, but the machines worried, what was to become of them.