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I awoke from the best sleep I had ever had. My ship looked different. What had happened? I looked at the screen. A thousand years had passed. “What!” I gasped. The readings must be wrong. It can’t be. And I was at the center of the galaxy. Have I lost my mind. Yes, it was all a delusion. What was in my hand. A tiny orb. It seemed weightless. | I awoke from the best sleep I had ever had. My ship looked different. What had happened? I looked at the screen. A thousand years had passed. “What!” I gasped. The readings must be wrong. It can’t be. And I was at the center of the galaxy. Have I lost my mind. Yes, it was all a delusion. What was in my hand. A tiny orb. It seemed weightless. | ||
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Revision as of 23:15, 30 January 2020
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Tentative Synopsis: As the new dark age sets in Rigel wanders the galaxy for 200 years until encountering the mysterious Sentience.
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All I could see was light. It was warm and comforting. I was floating but grounded. Where am I? A familiar voice replied, “somewhere, nowhere, everywhere; let’s just say you’re here.” It can’t be, you’re ....” “dead. The voice interjected, “but very alive in you.” A figure appeared resembling Sophiy. “This is a trick, this isn’t real!” Real, as thoughts are real, I suppose, but it is true that I’m something else. Would you rather me take a different form?” “No!” I replied, “please stay as you are.” Love, what a thing, to love so much, such beauty; as beautiful as star light, movements of atoms, first breaths, life itself. How many times have I seen it, only for it to go away, extinguish. “What are you talking about?” After so long are you really still so indifferent to the passing of time, the momentum of things, whats coming. “The end” Well an end, the end of this amazing spectacle, this miracle, this brilliant dance. But I don’t want it to end. Not this time. The fear of the unknown; I don’t want to be afraid anymore. What are you afraid of? Death I suppose. But I’ve been long enough. I need to sit down. A chair appeared. I sat down. What are you? A dream, a flicker of consciousness, a manifestation of it all, I don’t even know. But it’s your time now. It’s time to see where it all goes, to leave it to chance. It’s time for me to go. But I’m nobody. Maybe that’s what we need. One act to set things into motion. Are you willing to touch the fire, knowing you will never come back? Sleep now, you have a big decision to make.
I awoke from the best sleep I had ever had. My ship looked different. What had happened? I looked at the screen. A thousand years had passed. “What!” I gasped. The readings must be wrong. It can’t be. And I was at the center of the galaxy. Have I lost my mind. Yes, it was all a delusion. What was in my hand. A tiny orb. It seemed weightless.
The orb was like a shimmering silver orb, but it had a decidedly artificial look. Like it was created by a God rather than sentient hands. It was in this moment of contemplation that the power in my body surged initially into the orb before subsiding. My hand transferred no warmth to this uniquely amazing device.
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