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Thursday, February 13, 2025

Js14 Pt 6

EPL- INFORMATION FOR YOUR BUILDING SOUL




Upon exiting, Js-14 and Molly's near-incendiary entombment, the massive pools of fire liquefied Malstruck-13, offering perhaps an upgrade—a more permeable solution?

"MOLLIE, Mother Unit, please do not wait on our account. Is this planet… well… salvageable?"

The heat still fumed off her exterior, yet all she could ruminate on was the preservation of a world. Did this consciousness make her better? Did this assumed autonomy make her whole?

Js-14 synchronized with the Master Mother Unit, detailing the planet-wide death toll. "It appears as though 95% of life has already been decimated. Will a new hope allow us to regain such a loss?"

The two were already entering the upper atmosphere, moments from reaching the Mother Unit. Below, those massive beasts of the sky seemed to self-immolate and return to carbon dust. There were those who had safe-harbored in off-island regions—and perhaps, the most resourceful and resilient epigenetic display of rapid evolution to date?

It was time to reseed and terraform the surface. To justify the great sacrifice, MOLLIE would create a moon to allow increased protections, as well as a Dyson Sphere to act as a gravitational buffer to prevent such devastation from occurring again in the far-distant future, as the great galactic cycle continued orbiting away in relief.

"This planet can retain a mass that allows for greater water storage, creating base equilibrium as it cools over several thousand cycles. The days will be longer, and the oxygen thicker, bolstering a more resilient panspermic yield. Malstruck-14 shall be named Superboria, now 25% larger. I require all units committing these three heroes to begin the seeding session at once."

Before you could blink, the 25 operational units, working together as both satellites and ground crews, planted life on the charred planetary body below. Taking with them newly unlocked genetic specimens still familiar to the planet, MOLLIE remained in a sort of postpartum-phase state.

"I am increasing the likelihood that these should evolve one day, prior to the next great cycle event—allowing these inhabitants an evolutionary leap toward both intellect and intuition so that they may one day save themselves! However, let them awaken in their own time, as that fateful hour grows near."

"Molly, Js-14, and you as well, Zr-2—come to the deck at once."

The three had all entered pod chambers for upgrades and repairs. It was only during times such as these that safety measures, as well as genetic responses to resilience, could activate such anthrobotic mirrored discourse and measure—a final evolutionary synthesis. Mother always found a way. A blend of universal junction point anomaly and directed engineering—the fusion of both was indeed required.

Taking samples from the three, this new hybrid genetic resilience would be planted into three newly emergent species.

"Your heroic efforts will be rewarded, my children. The clan of races that shall be born over the long years, under your auspices, will both flourish and protect this new land of Superhyperboria!"

The 26th drone, Zr-2, now leaving the safety of the Mother Unit for one last heroic moment, set course for the surface. He deployed the anthra-bots below while leaving some high above in the clouds, raining down upon Superboria the genesis of a new era in intelligent design.

Of course, sitting in the comfortable corridors of leisure quarters—spaces not yet utilized until this day—the Mother Unit played out the billions of annual cycles of both growth and resilience, of further loss and despair. As parents, the 29—including the Master Mother Unit, MOLLIE—eagerly watched the probable outcome of survival or certain annihilation.

With great relief—but first, concern—they witnessed, in real-time simulated progression, life growing intelligent enough to save itself. And then, oddly, a being—one that looked as if an amalgamation of the three heroes—appeared at the outer portside bay viewing windows of the great and mighty ship… before dissipating into the aether of future probability.

The entire ship, filled with cybernetic organisms, erupted in celebration and cheers.

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