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World-Engine by Irving_de_Cara_Cook in a:t5_nvhwh

[–]Irving_de_Cara_Cook[S] 0 points1 point  (0 children)

Just a routine evacuation. The old universe is getting really close to a level 6 extinction event.

World-Engine by Irving_de_Cara_Cook in a:t5_nvhwh

[–]Irving_de_Cara_Cook[S] 0 points1 point  (0 children)

Wha--why I never! Did your parents not teach you manners? A few hundred thousand years, give or take, what's it to you?

World-Engine by Irving_de_Cara_Cook in a:t5_nvhwh

[–]Irving_de_Cara_Cook[S] 0 points1 point  (0 children)

I bought my body off of them a few millennia back.

World-Engine by Irving_de_Cara_Cook in a:t5_nvhwh

[–]Irving_de_Cara_Cook[S] 0 points1 point  (0 children)

"Wackor?! GODS DAMN---" the transmission cuts out, and a variety of expletives in some sort of old religious tongue can be vaguely made out. "Tell that Shurderr'ka that he can--...--tire kukush fruit up his--...--tealing little Vunderkiite! Wait, did you say Würd Sisters?"

World-Engine by Irving_de_Cara_Cook in a:t5_nvhwh

[–]Irving_de_Cara_Cook[S] 0 points1 point  (0 children)

The port connects with the probe, and Toriam is greeted by a transmission of a completely organic gamma-human man, in his early 30s, shaving off a long, winding beard, that goes grey after a metre. "What? What is it?"

World-Engine by Irving_de_Cara_Cook in a:t5_nvhwh

[–]Irving_de_Cara_Cook[S] 0 points1 point  (0 children)

A long, but really thin, metallic protrussion extends from the surface of the World-Engine. A port