A wildness infests the world-mind of Sagratus, leaving it to drip slime out into the void. It trails behind it, in a straight line, formulating a version of life previously unknown. We’re certain that it is lost when we see it that way, from our telescopes anyway.
As its mind runs away, further into the universe’s past, we
can really wonder, if we can be so bold, what its existence tells us. But we
don’t like to wonder too long, thought forming reality might well be the
outcome, and nobody wants that, least of all Sagratus.
But we keep a watch just in case, waiting for the last of
the mind to slip away into space (although this has, of course, already
happened). Watching through refracting glass is quite comforting though, in a
way.
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