better part of a 500 billion AU to the nearest strawberry. the big Edge. eight trillion cubic light years of Sparks (batch of star tears radiating potential) to stern.
experiences trap tachyons. a few when memory molecules form.
somewhere out There, an insignificant wretched heavenly body de silica hammered through a mercury-iron-tungsten nebula. thousands of ferrous isotopes geometrically arranged by the shearing of a black holes' gravquake. LIFE..................ish
collective virus, natural machines. itts' craves experientially acquired tachyons. all the gooey self replicating carbon, nitrogen, and hydrogen patterns dancing killing crafting remembering towards the Brink. a haphazard but delightfully precocious brand of Omniscient zeitgeist. itt consider itts' selves ultimate critics of such "time abstractions". And so the itt drifts from the void...inky delibrate swarming shoals coalesce out of the pitch.
Radiation deflectors and point defenses failing...gravimetric lenses, missile swarms, X-ray lasers, bottled plasma and antimatter. coherent light strobes asunder the command cabin, now open to vacuum. a blazing mote, brushes right shoulder...explosive expansion. nanites seal, engage pain receptors, begin reconstruction. Shock averted. ocean of time transmutes to molasses. The things we remember. More excited tachyons... shadows filling the cabin, subsuming the aquatically bulbous eyed crew. Itts' a trap...
Shepard has it easy? Lonely, terror, pariah, deeds at the sharp end. They are worth?
Sparks illuminate Chaos in relief.
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