A Novel – In One Page Per Day
Day 035, Sunday
February 4th, 2018
Chapter Seven: Home
While his consciousness uploaded into the cynergenic matrix of the HomeWorld, a process that would take some time. Jim set himself free from the couplings that held his mechanoid body in place.
He flew in his spherical body out of the docking bay that housed the bodies of the millions of observers assigned throughout the Galactic Empire.
He lifted into the vast atrium, so large that a small Earth-sized planet could fit inside it. It was a hollow place lacking any beauty or aesthetic.
Everything formed on the Central Planet was built and designed for the functions they were intended. The only rules that mattered were conservation of energy, and the laws of utility.
It was a place that had not changed one bit, for eons it had been exactly the same, it was stagnant, dark and lifeless.
It was busy, there were many thousands of observers coming and going at any moment. They were recognizable by their designation. If you shared history with them the automated analytics housed within the circuitry of the mechanoid bodies activated, and made sure that you knew who you were in proximity to, making sure that you were reminded of that history.
Jim shared history with everyone.
His arrival sparked the interest of the throng.
The entire collective was eager to receive the narrative flowing from the planet Earth. And while they were eager for the living drama, they were each individually wary of approaching Jim.
He was a relic. He was intransigent, virtually every member of the Collective was in some way conflicted by Jim, and the feelings that their history with him brought forward.
He could sense the Continuum just beyond them.
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