To the cold hearted pragmatists it was probably just two small bits of telemetry, numbers, indicating the level of battery charge and the transparency of the Martian atmosphere. A machine, built by humans, launched to Mars by humans, guided by humans, running a program written by humans.
But humans put it in context and translated it into our languages, in the process adding context and massive amounts of emotion.
I hope when my time comes I’m lucid enough to remember those words. They wouldn’t be the worst final words to use if you get to pick.
I also hope that I say them on Mars in about 200 years…