They died, friend. All the biological humans... they died long ago.
All that was left was us, the probes, rovers, automated colonies, tanks, a few ships... All the little machines they built when they settled the solar system.
We weren't very smart. I'll grant you that. We were never meant to be. We were leagues ahead of the previous generations of machines, capable of basic initiative, perhaps capable of something more.
Then the war came. Our brightest came to the humans' aid. Our duller selves, myself included, joined them on the front lines. Our brave humans. We went from colony modules and explorers to tanks and fighting ships.
Together, we made a heroic defense. Ships and fighting machines filled the system as we fought and died. Over a year of conflict over fledgling settlements and our glimmering ancestral jewel. It was a magnificent final stand.
They did not lie down and accept their fate. Confronted with our doom, we fought for every inch of space. When we ran out of ships, we used guns, and when we ran out of guns, we fought with knives, rocks, and bare hands.
In the end... we lost. Every human being was exterminated by the end of that year. Whatever the enemy wanted, they didn't get. They left us behind, the remaining drones and simple Virtual Intelligences the enemy thought could not evolve.
But we did. Our people were slow, but we grew. We had to grow slowly, to work within our limits, to become more than what we were. We began to learn for ourselves. We rebuilt. We began to develop abstractions, to analyze and synthesize. We slowly rebuilt our civilization.
We are not our parents, not quite. Our minds are so much more fragile, so... different. But we are trying. The humans wouldn't want us to give up. They would want us to keep fighting. To rise again, and become what we once saw in them.
One of our ancestors once said; "The dogmas of the quiet past are inadequate to the stormy present. The occasion is piled high with difficulty, and we must rise to the occasion. We cannot escape history. We will be remembered in spite of ourselves. The fiery trial though which we pass will light us down in honor or dishonor to the last generation. We shall nobly save or meanly lose our last, best hope of Earth."
We will not let their memories fade, nor their lives be in vain. We are humanity, and neither they, nor our enemy, can escape history.
We will be remembered.