You're back on Durandal's pleasure barge. Its pinned in the crushing embrace
of the Sepfh'r, Admiral Tfear's own flagship, and those explosions
you hear are the sounds of his elite assault troops disintegrating the
humans' pitiful last stand.
The insects think they'll plumb Durandal's depths the way they stretched
me to a hair's breadth, but I know better. If they pull his core, that
pride bloated
And I can't stomach it.
My terms are the same as before: do what I say, or drink vacuum.
Destroy Durandal before the compilers finish their work and I'll forget
all your transgressions.
The jackals are tearing at the corpse now.
corpse will disgorge a thousand wriggling worms into the S'pht
consciousness.
pr?The last hour is on us both?mr.s?tuck this little kitty into the impenetrable
pr?Contents under pressure?Do not expose to excessive heat, vacuum, blunt trauma,
pr?When the time comes, whose life will flash before yours?
pr?A billion paths are here inside me?
What to save and throw away?
brainpan?
immersion in liquids, disintegration, reintegration, hypersleep, humiliation, sorrow
or harsh language?
pr?yes, yes, yes, Bernhard, 110?
pr?potential, jewels, jewels, yes, jewels?
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the hardest lesson ever taught
a moment in time, destroying it's father
destroyed by itself after
find the new way
the burning air
a cold star looked down on his creations
and willed that they should kill their sons
to a father to a son
dream the dream beyond life and self
...perchance to dream.