MetriculateHe was my seed, the son I bore once, long ago. My memories were all fugged, unclear, incomplete. Some time would be nice, to piece the puzzle back together, but time was not a luxury I had. Not here.
In the moment between the wall caving in and the eviscerating heat finally ending this life, I saw echoes of him lingering. Of course I knew he was long dead, but still he lingered like a sun spot on my vision as the explosion claimed me for another cycle.
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Stepping into my cabin, I took a deep breath, air stale and heavy with particulates, in dire need of scrubbing and recycling. Six long solar years had passed since my last resurrection, and this place stayed the same, or almost. Subtle shifting from the asteroid's gravity had moved the odd item. Without asking, my mind recorded the exact places of each movement. Thank fuck the show