The seventh star is no longer safe. All things shall end.

defy.

There were, of course, forbidden words. Words which were created, and then the enormity of their depth realized too late. And a word, like a tale, once told, cannot be untold; it must be finished. Words such as

it's like an hourglass got tipped over.

It is the work of those Gods which created the sand. Before, there was not nothing, but only words, a dimension of only thought, pure and unsanctioned. It was called magick, for there was no way to distinguish between a word - the signifier - and its connotation. All words were one, simultaneously.

was she avoiding the scientist? the woman, jasper kysis, had struggled to meet natasha's eyes every time they'd been near each other. she had questions, but she couldn't get the words out, they were gone between breaths, replaced by a lingering sense of unease that had kept her awake in doubt for

Ok.

we're not a bloody homeless shelter!

why am i so tense

right here.

ughhhhhhhh fine.

don't let her in.

they're like. one urf coin.

oh! hello. ( fixing her hair. )

boys.

query where junobot's personality even came from? i don't. i don't remember. it was so long ago. programming you. like thousands & thousands of years.

absofuckinglutely not?

( bursting into song. ) only when i look at you

planet of the sauce-adge roll.

well how hard can synthesizing tastebuds be?

no, it's cooked, juno. it's good! it's got salt & stuff on it. you know, flavor?

mystery meat pastry.

no THIS is the best planet actually.

actually never leaving.

junobot push her in.

LET'S CHANGE THE SUBJECT.

let's change the subject.

does she have... calloused 🥵🥵 fingers

me? with a JOB?

never mind that. where'd i learn to walk & talk?

i salvaged him, patched his motherboard back together & reprogrammed him. he was the first time i wasn't alone.

there was nothing to explore. the world was big but the storm was always so close, and we could never push past it, so the world may as well have been one room. one big sandy room. once every few months, maybe, the storm would get thin, and i could see further, but there was nothing to see.

repair work? hmm. noted. urf? caps? all i had was sand.

odd jobs like what? ( she doesn't seem to quite believe him. ) junobot can dig really big holes.

you can cook! hold on, do we have to be concerned about money? doesn't it just... ... lance, how do you get money?

it's FINE. it's FINE. oh wait, i can leverage this for something nice. like dinner.

looking into it...

not all of them. :'(

not you!!

speaking of hating women.

mmmmmmmmm...

beats sand!

WHAT

because that's his name?

EVIL

if i was blonde i would definitely be evil.

beautiful women are allowed to waste my time actually.