Robots living on a star try to extinguish it and keep the galaxy-eating serpent machine inside from hatching (with, uhhhhh, varying success).
The ship hurtled away from the molten light, leaving me terrified and alone as my chassis cooled and contracted down into a single state for the first time in decades. my optics took their time adjusting to the relative dark of space, scraping together meager reflections of color instead of the torrential starlight I’d become accustomed to. For the first time in decades, I shivered. Coordinates locked, engine humming, I allowed myself one last look at the star.
There it was. Under the solar flares and pressing up beneath the roiling surface, the machine. its coiling body candled, silhouetted by starlight, too big to be real, a bad joke, but twitching like an embryo, stretching the membrane. Testing the shell for weak points.
I-- we-- should have left years ago. We are long past the point of no return. It’s not a question of if: it’s when. I pray for the gilded lily that I return in time.
[Content Warning: robot cannibalism, death threats, zealotry]
The track "Golden Threads in Mist" is by Michael Boykin. Find him on twitter @MeAndAmpersand.
Apologies for audio quality, this was taken from the Nonbinary Tabletop RPG Month stream. Find out more at https://twitter.com/nonbinaryttrpgm!
Also apologies to Austin Walker and the Twilight Mirage season of Friends at the Table, which we reference with love and frequency in this episode.
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