What amuses us and other ideas
Many iterations, some repairs and a lot of TLC made the Seshinex Trailblazer my home. Harmonizing with a machine like this isn’t as easy as some would think. I feel like the helm pulls back on me, fighting me for control at times. What I cannot tell is where it’s going, though I can imagine why.
Deep space has a floating quality some might find disconcerting. Acrid air on some worlds makes my joints ache while the dry desert of others causes my shell to sear and crack.
Leave a CommentWhile my ship is robust it needs more internal capacity. Every corner is jam packed with trinkets from a hundred stars and yet I feel the need to pick up more. This man looked like the kind who would trade efforts with rewards. Yes, just the kind of person I was looking for..
..some.. The galaxy is a bag of marbles, each is so interesting with flora, fauna and the occasional Sentinel jealously guarding them from us. Surely it’s just us. Travelers.
The first visit to the Atlas will break walls in you. Your mind will open, slowly at first and then quicker as time allows. On the repeat visits you’ll understand more.
As I crawled through space I started to understand. On my 8th visit to the Atlas I wasn’t the shell it thought i was. My cloth stripped away I was as you see me.
Now as I understand myself I’m crawling more stars, finding elegance and depravity where it lay.
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Stars vanish behind me as the ships hurdles through space. Looming before me the orb I once found distant beckons with mysteries yearning for discovery.
Relics from a forgotten time loom out of the horizon, each a story incomplete.
