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Space Soldier (Collab)
I'm a soldier of unknown origin nearing the distant future in accordance with the dawn of comprehension existing behind cosmic curtains beyond understanding. I lay dormant in the center of a super cluster, awakened via a high concentrated pocket, animated in echoes. Amorphous tesseract fuels my hyper chronic source facilitating slip space ruptures, traveling through a higher space coiling together as a hypercosmic race. I am, for those who are oblivious to I, unbearably unprecedented fixated on imperium coinciding with anything antediluvian. Military advanced carbon alloy body in a poly functioning processing mind. Detachable psychic shield projector, antigravity stellar beam pulse reflector and I am somewhat of a collector. Collecting star fibers strains to power our type 3 civilizations but one in particular star, failed star, became a red dwarf and rebuked the tools and used the profuse radiation pools to defuse the fuse and confuse the reviews and radiation began to run rampant. Now traveling to the end of infinity, beyond ancient knowledge to cosmic gates, categorized in biometric zones. Personality genealogy ideology subroutine embedded deep into the core of our DNA memory precisely sliced together. Balancing the boundary of sentience in a hive mind and combining entwining twin shaped scapes, connecting us to the unusual and strange all the way to a hollow place. Bioluminescence neon lights entertaining the crevice of my armor being the only faint source of light in this theoretical void. I feel my grip slip from the light of my vision. Envisioning a collapse when the stars diminished to glows. Kinetic concordance abated simultaneously in one profaced gust.
Relativistic beaming of energetic bright bursts of life, history flashes by in spans of seconds. What came into view were a cascaded spectrum of personified cyber soldiers but few distinctly stood present in a reversing space, shifting through thermal photons. I asked, once it reached the pinnacle of physical description, “from who are you and for which you came? This place is unfamiliar to me, if it's not too much trouble, what are our current coordinates? It's unlike any space I've ever seen.” One steps forward with the name Samuraskye engraved on the edge of its collar and he said;
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My Ghost, From liquid space, my translucent form finds,
Gliding through secret clime,
Migrating forth, Samuraskye twinned.
Through ember hues of dimensional time.
Waves shifting, like enticing shimmering defiant lake.
Charms like Hummingbirds in deep space.
Walking through ripples of holes in strange space.
A warrior walking through the dark.
Arriving to you, through graviton lace.
My warrior Ghost shines, blossoms strong and great.
Traveling on the wings of my ghost's fate.
I don't know, it seems, we are in the twilight zone, traveling through infinite realms of space through our imagination, though we are a band of soldiers breaking the boundaries of time and space.
Our coordinates are randomly chosen as far as I know, by invisible forces we have not met.
Though my Ghosts do travel through actual physical space, blinking through time, just like that, we are gone, to another space, another earth.
Samuraskye proceeded. I'm not sure where we are. I do not know our coordinates.
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His way of speaking vocalized the presence of our own damnation. I scanned his tangible biogenetics, it seems he did the same and our bionic eyes synchronized. The other two, whose presence imposed the space around them disoriented matter scattered around them. It seems they're soldiers like me pertaining to stellar cycles of their own. Samuraskye did just as I and gazed deep into kinetic increment, spilling a figure through an alcove type void. A warp drive rupture I construe from its geometric contribution from its outer rim. After such observation I asked Samuraskye, whose angle of questioning dangled aloft patterns of recognition. “Does this show any resemblance to space travel?” Samuraskye responded without so much of a glance in my direction.
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“It does indeed. It is like space travel but it can be through any form, but it's more multiversal travel through time and space.”
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As the enigmatic soldier, Samuraskye, contemplated your question, an unexpected presence...
Relativistic beaming of energetic bright bursts of life, history flashes by in spans of seconds. What came into view were a cascaded spectrum of personified cyber soldiers but few distinctly stood present in a reversing space, shifting through thermal photons. I asked, once it reached the pinnacle of physical description, “from who are you and for which you came? This place is unfamiliar to me, if it's not too much trouble, what are our current coordinates? It's unlike any space I've ever seen.” One steps forward with the name Samuraskye engraved on the edge of its collar and he said;
…
My Ghost, From liquid space, my translucent form finds,
Gliding through secret clime,
Migrating forth, Samuraskye twinned.
Through ember hues of dimensional time.
Waves shifting, like enticing shimmering defiant lake.
Charms like Hummingbirds in deep space.
Walking through ripples of holes in strange space.
A warrior walking through the dark.
Arriving to you, through graviton lace.
My warrior Ghost shines, blossoms strong and great.
Traveling on the wings of my ghost's fate.
I don't know, it seems, we are in the twilight zone, traveling through infinite realms of space through our imagination, though we are a band of soldiers breaking the boundaries of time and space.
Our coordinates are randomly chosen as far as I know, by invisible forces we have not met.
Though my Ghosts do travel through actual physical space, blinking through time, just like that, we are gone, to another space, another earth.
Samuraskye proceeded. I'm not sure where we are. I do not know our coordinates.
…
His way of speaking vocalized the presence of our own damnation. I scanned his tangible biogenetics, it seems he did the same and our bionic eyes synchronized. The other two, whose presence imposed the space around them disoriented matter scattered around them. It seems they're soldiers like me pertaining to stellar cycles of their own. Samuraskye did just as I and gazed deep into kinetic increment, spilling a figure through an alcove type void. A warp drive rupture I construe from its geometric contribution from its outer rim. After such observation I asked Samuraskye, whose angle of questioning dangled aloft patterns of recognition. “Does this show any resemblance to space travel?” Samuraskye responded without so much of a glance in my direction.
…
“It does indeed. It is like space travel but it can be through any form, but it's more multiversal travel through time and space.”
…
As the enigmatic soldier, Samuraskye, contemplated your question, an unexpected presence...
