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7/23/2025, 1:38:50 PM
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WHERE WERE YOUR TIME-TRAVERSING TRAINS WHEN THE ALMIGHTY SOUGHT THE SUN'S DESTRUCTION?
WHERE WAS YOUR REACH WHEN SAVATHUN STOLE INTO THE LAST CITY?
WHERE WERE YOU WHEN THE BLACK FLEET ARRIVED?
U N D E S E R V I N G A P E-
IMPOTENT SLIME, I scream back, the entity shocked into silence by a rage great enough to shout over even it. YOU FORGED MY VERY HISTORY INTO A BLADE WITHOUT A POMMEL OR HILT. NOW SEIZE ME, AND BE CUT
The Sculptress bends Light and Darkness into a Nova Bomb rimed with Cosmic Ice. Then drops it into the Great Red Eye. V of Nine trembling in horror as it realises what she has done to it: Implanted a white hole bomb that will collapse the planet, explode it, and freeze the explosion in place so it will spend geological lengths of time in crystalised agony if it ever gets uppity at me again.
"We are leaving one behind, father" says the Weaver, unwinding and rewinding herself with the thrill of coming violence. "Let me silence it's disrespect for you"
"Good. Let it stew in the fate it knows now awaits it. Do not give it the dignity of our attention yet" I order as we drift past the sixth planet in silent contempt.
...
Uranus.
Imagery of cosmic spatial tesseracts and planetary shackles dissolves to abstract percolations of panic as it realises what I intend to it's sibling. It resorts to allegations of bad faith about the core planets (irrelevant, I trust none of them). We implore + our Weapon (you) + to see + the opportunities of collusion, it pleads, do you + not also + resent those + limited by linearity?
"Not nearly as much as I resent those who kill freely and without consequence then have the gall to beg for understanding" I tell it, icier than any wind in it's depths. "Mass scattering you would not be difficult"
No + stop + please + I'll do anything, it screams in panic.
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WHERE WERE YOUR TIME-TRAVERSING TRAINS WHEN THE ALMIGHTY SOUGHT THE SUN'S DESTRUCTION?
WHERE WAS YOUR REACH WHEN SAVATHUN STOLE INTO THE LAST CITY?
WHERE WERE YOU WHEN THE BLACK FLEET ARRIVED?
U N D E S E R V I N G A P E-
IMPOTENT SLIME, I scream back, the entity shocked into silence by a rage great enough to shout over even it. YOU FORGED MY VERY HISTORY INTO A BLADE WITHOUT A POMMEL OR HILT. NOW SEIZE ME, AND BE CUT
The Sculptress bends Light and Darkness into a Nova Bomb rimed with Cosmic Ice. Then drops it into the Great Red Eye. V of Nine trembling in horror as it realises what she has done to it: Implanted a white hole bomb that will collapse the planet, explode it, and freeze the explosion in place so it will spend geological lengths of time in crystalised agony if it ever gets uppity at me again.
"We are leaving one behind, father" says the Weaver, unwinding and rewinding herself with the thrill of coming violence. "Let me silence it's disrespect for you"
"Good. Let it stew in the fate it knows now awaits it. Do not give it the dignity of our attention yet" I order as we drift past the sixth planet in silent contempt.
...
Uranus.
Imagery of cosmic spatial tesseracts and planetary shackles dissolves to abstract percolations of panic as it realises what I intend to it's sibling. It resorts to allegations of bad faith about the core planets (irrelevant, I trust none of them). We implore + our Weapon (you) + to see + the opportunities of collusion, it pleads, do you + not also + resent those + limited by linearity?
"Not nearly as much as I resent those who kill freely and without consequence then have the gall to beg for understanding" I tell it, icier than any wind in it's depths. "Mass scattering you would not be difficult"
No + stop + please + I'll do anything, it screams in panic.
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