Jun 20, 2019 2:10 am
So Micah interfaces with the memory circuits, and draws from Crash's data banks a map to the Terminal.
Saying your silent farewells tho the sacrifice of the strange android, you continue on, your ears staining for the expected pursuit.
Deeper into the corpse of the Machine God...
Twenty hours later (mecha-Micah could tell you the exact minutes and seconds) you've managed to take a rough, difficult path through debris, along cable runs, down shafts, up stress fractures, and to a party unwittingly waiting for you.

From a 'balcony' 10 meters up overlooking the Terminal, an altar like holographic interface, all black metal slick as if with some oil. Dr. Micauley Culkin is tied to an X made of splintered carbon fibre beams. Visible wounds stripe his naked chest. Four razor droids, clearly unaware of your presence, are marching out of the chamber through a door that irises open them closed behind them.
Below you, Dr. Culkin slowly raises his head, and sees you. He smiles grimly.
Saying your silent farewells tho the sacrifice of the strange android, you continue on, your ears staining for the expected pursuit.
Deeper into the corpse of the Machine God...
Twenty hours later (mecha-Micah could tell you the exact minutes and seconds) you've managed to take a rough, difficult path through debris, along cable runs, down shafts, up stress fractures, and to a party unwittingly waiting for you.

From a 'balcony' 10 meters up overlooking the Terminal, an altar like holographic interface, all black metal slick as if with some oil. Dr. Micauley Culkin is tied to an X made of splintered carbon fibre beams. Visible wounds stripe his naked chest. Four razor droids, clearly unaware of your presence, are marching out of the chamber through a door that irises open them closed behind them.
Below you, Dr. Culkin slowly raises his head, and sees you. He smiles grimly.