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When Supernovas Die Pt. 2
POSTED ON Apr 25, 2024 8:23:44 GMT
"Understood, Head Scientist." The admin turned back to face the smoking wreck of the machine. "As you command."
Looking at the molten heap, Howard's mouth became a hard line as he realized that he had no fucking clue what the core was even supposed to look like. Amor's tech bordered on science fiction, and between him and Oscar Clayton, Howard wasn't even sure if the technology they spearheaded existed anywhere else on earth.
"Regice," the admin snapped his fingers, "grab the core."
That was what made a good superior—knowing when to delegate to an underling. Regice was hardly under anything, given the titan's massive size. Nonetheless, it peered at the wreckage, beeping strangely, before looking at him. The admin rolled his eye.
"Core."
With that reaffirmation, the golem dug through the wreckage, its ice refusing to melt despite the intense heat of the volcano and the experimental machine. After a moment of digging, Regice produced the core of Amor's wormhole machine. After holding it for a moment, the golem held it close to its chest, as if trying to incorporate it into itself.
"Good. Give it here." Howard took the core from his giant, before snapping his fingers at the rest of the wreck. "Now scrap that."
A few moments later, Amor's work was sinking into the volcano, melting until nothing remained.
"He'll have to keep trying. He must, because it's his dream."
Regidrago was no god, but it was the manifestation of the dream. It was simply a construct created by mankind for their own purposes. Its power was great, a symbol of humanity's ingenuity and desire to live, but it was certainly not a god.
It was just an artifact.
"Let's go."
Makoto Kurumi Amor Rose Tempest Quinn
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