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Time is a luxury we no longer possess

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Space Tourism Chronicles The Slingshot Saga Time is a luxury we no longer possess Our battered Subi spacecraft, a relic in the night Flickering erratic, its core a dying light On Primary Trade Lane Delta-Nine, a river of light so grand But cycles bled away, draining across the land BK slumped, pale and strained, JB with eyes closed in despair Time a luxury we no longer possessed, consumed by cosmic air. Transcript from the Slingshot Saga - Time is a luxury we no longer possess Our goddamn battered Subi spacecraft, a damn relic lost in the endless black void! Flickering like a dying firefly on the edge of extinction, its core barely clinging to life like some stubborn, flickering candle about to blow out. We’re stuck on Primary Trade Lane Delta-Nine, that blazing river of cosmic light stretching for eons, yet every damn cycle just bleeds away, sucking the lifeblood right out of this forsaken stretch of space. BK is slumped over, looking paler than a ghost at a midnight séance, and J...

The Abyss Stares Back

 


The Rapid Creek Abyss Stares Back

From the corruption and scandals of our colonial governments.
And the just moral and social evolutions afforded.

Far from the lands of despotism and aristocracy.
The Empire shaped this land.

The Abyss arrived.
All those deaths made in silence.

The instruments that silenced tongue, histories, and myth.
The institutions that maintain silence.


 The Rapid Creek Red Moon Eye

Lunar malevolence.
Fear of being attacked.
Fear of being eaten.

Cyclical predictions.
Growth-based endeavors.

An engineered future.
An empire. 
A sovereign state. 

Conquering many territories.
Subjecting people to one authority.
Many cultures under one kingdom.  

One kingdom one god.
Subjugation.
The wrath of one god.
Enforced by law.




Abyss The Character Of Storm

Ill at ease.
Discomfort and distress.
Settlers breaking down.

Opportunistic men.
Of self-interest.
In denial of atrocities committed.
Structured towards blame-shifting.

The rights of lordship.
And those who fall outside of God’s creation.
The awful silence.
Of enacting a liminal rite.

A threshold. 
To triumph over the past 
To triumph over the future.
Earning the means for eternal life.



Abyss music by JJFBbennett



The Abyss Bug Sunset

Think about it.
All of the souls that can be captured.
Those uncivilized tribes.
Their untapped potential.

The foul proclamations made by winners.
Of the killings and their trail of devastation.
Justified.

A stronger race.
A higher-grade race.
A more worldly-wise race.  
Has come in and taken their place.












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