a glance to the left. a glance to the right. there’s nothing showing
on the map. only ship in the sector.

a flicker on the map. not far now. heavy on the thrust. an azure trail
left by the burner glows bright, and brighter.

the docking station looks somewhat sturdy. the void and war have both
left their indelible marks. collapse and decay are prevalent here.

the innards visible from space. looks like navigation remains a possibility
though. seems empty enough. evac happened as protective fronts fell in succession.

quick tap of the wrist unit. takes seconds for the nanobot swarm to assemble
into the MSA-06 suit. bright red, gorgeous curves, no possibility left unguarded.

signs of life. nothing dangerous though. solitary cleaning droid fights the inevitable
decay. with a broom. i have to admire the unintended, unaware endeavour.

lift shafts and stairwells all sorts of collapsed. beyond the floating debris
the vast plain of space. beautiful. onwards though. work to do. thrusters working overtime.

some of the crew never left. space isopods the size of dogs render clean remains
cleaner still. crumpled photos provide evidence of better days before.

the MSA renders the command door a futile obstacle. station leader now isopod fodder.
picture of a bright, clear uniform with family. little time for sentiment.

red ring of a burner. looks like a small ship though, and passes by regardless.
ready for a battle if it came to that. evasion is always better though.

the blueprints passed through here. not long before the lines fell.
i’ll keep following the trail. in a moment though. the view demands admiring.


more science fiction. i drafted it in two line, and just kept it like that. for reasons.

music listened to while typing this up:

video uploaded by user 落とし神

silver forest are awesomes.


the sun hangs high in the sky
i don’t recall ever seeing it set in this place
the lone shadow of a forlorn mech provides relief
shelter here is a limited resource
a cloak of anonymity provides only modest protection
sand stretches in every direction for eons, and eons
there is no real horizon to speak of
just an endless blurring of blue and yellow

the cockpit is marked with arcane symbols
entwined with many layers of dust
the only place to find sleep and solace
in a place where the stars remain altogether absent
nary a sound to be heard in the heat
aside from the drone of the sands
yet upon waking i always find tracks on the sand
far larger than those of any man, mechanical in form

on wind high the plain rears up
rolling waves of sand blind the sun
the sky suffocated by the many grains
swirls of cacophony assault the mech
but the metal form holds firm
dredged up from desert depths
mech suits in multitude, shining knights
gazing my way under heat scorching

the sandstorm has abated stillness has returned
the sun unbowed by the sound and the fury
the study of a new language
leads to legs moving, arms swinging
ancient forever gears in slow whirls
the golden knight gleaming, and gleaming
followed by many others
to where i do not know



back to the shorter stuff today,

image found here: http://miotd.com/category/five-star-stories/

five star stories is good stuff.

and the music i listened to as i typed this up:

good music is good.