Galaxy: Messier 64 (Evil/ Black Eye)
ZOA II Research Stellar Observatory
{(In your own voice)unrealistic and failing...}Masterwork. Period peace. "Give me something a little more...emotive. I'm looking for a cultural tone, something sad."
Adagio in G minor begins. The strings....begin to weep.
Chief Cosmitecht Isaac Yuri Ghozzali closed his eyes as a violin began to slip between a subtle building of tempo and he was then lost within the baroque piece now curling up inside his chest. It lay there like the fist of Dogon and when the tears began to shed from the nano-audio ticks Yuri saw his daughter once more. He saw her last at age four, right before the cast. Before the spin-off.
It's been thirty thousand round now and Yuri was only 88 years into this vessel. His body was just as strong as ever, hadn't aged much beyond 25 but even if the human body still only retained such a short cellular life span it wouldn't have mattered. Vesselation had changed all of that.
Albinoni passed and Yuri found a tear had fallen. It had been a long time.
He went to the window and stared out the fluidic aerogel. Beyond the distance between him and revelation there was the outline of the star he called, Ouroboros. Its blue stentorian body recalling the glamor of any other celestial body near it. This was a star, massive and dominating. Soon it would go hypernova.....but Yuri.....Yuri had a different plan in mind.
Surrounding the titan was an equally impressive sight artificially designed. Within this machine Yuri would trap the inevitable hypernova and harness the energy before tossing it into the supermassive black hole at the center of his galaxy causing a jet to be triggered spraying the galaxy with the LBV radiation, transformed by Yuris machine. This radiation could trigger a whole new evolution of life throughout the galaxy. Yuri was tired and wanted to enact change himself. There was no waiting around for god....simply for the star to reach critical mass.
Yuri only had to continue watching....watching Ouroboros. No matter how many bodies, no matter how much vesselation was required, eventually....he would be participant and creator of the new change. No matter the outcome, something new was needed.
It could be another thousand years....but he had all the time and all the bodies in the world....or at least in the station.
He waited and thought of his family.
The star was so beautiful.
Adagio in G minor begins. The strings....begin to weep.
Chief Cosmitecht Isaac Yuri Ghozzali closed his eyes as a violin began to slip between a subtle building of tempo and he was then lost within the baroque piece now curling up inside his chest. It lay there like the fist of Dogon and when the tears began to shed from the nano-audio ticks Yuri saw his daughter once more. He saw her last at age four, right before the cast. Before the spin-off.
It's been thirty thousand round now and Yuri was only 88 years into this vessel. His body was just as strong as ever, hadn't aged much beyond 25 but even if the human body still only retained such a short cellular life span it wouldn't have mattered. Vesselation had changed all of that.
Albinoni passed and Yuri found a tear had fallen. It had been a long time.
He went to the window and stared out the fluidic aerogel. Beyond the distance between him and revelation there was the outline of the star he called, Ouroboros. Its blue stentorian body recalling the glamor of any other celestial body near it. This was a star, massive and dominating. Soon it would go hypernova.....but Yuri.....Yuri had a different plan in mind.
Surrounding the titan was an equally impressive sight artificially designed. Within this machine Yuri would trap the inevitable hypernova and harness the energy before tossing it into the supermassive black hole at the center of his galaxy causing a jet to be triggered spraying the galaxy with the LBV radiation, transformed by Yuris machine. This radiation could trigger a whole new evolution of life throughout the galaxy. Yuri was tired and wanted to enact change himself. There was no waiting around for god....simply for the star to reach critical mass.
Yuri only had to continue watching....watching Ouroboros. No matter how many bodies, no matter how much vesselation was required, eventually....he would be participant and creator of the new change. No matter the outcome, something new was needed.
It could be another thousand years....but he had all the time and all the bodies in the world....or at least in the station.
He waited and thought of his family.
The star was so beautiful.
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