Beyond that lies nothing. It's a blackhole war zone and not our concern" said the friendly voice, emiting from an AI GPS commonly known as Sagpi on planet msy.
This is probably what every Sagpi would say, but then those sorry pieces of AI would be wrong.
A few eons off south, behind the 'blackhole war zone' on the precipice of melting time, hung the lost planet.
The lost planet was all white, and inhabited entirely by lost morse codes and signals.
Morse codes and signals from every existence. This was a lost planet of lost codes and signs.
The codes flickered on the white surface of the planet like microscopic steel ribbons..Some lost from before they could remember, and some hatchlings. Of the millions that'd appear, only a few got to disappear.
The ones who'd disappear were called iuktm. Redemption was theirs, for they were received.
The disappeared ones got to travel back to the existence of time, to tell of the moments lost that you made into a saga, and whisper back sentences that didn't finish, flares that went unnoticed..they'd change to voices, noises, conversations —help us, SOS, smoke signs and beams.. images, war machine texts and binary bips, I love you, pics of alien tattoos, kisses, laser etched hot lips.
Dialogues, monologues, down votes, upvotes, technical anomalies. Lost radio bandwidth, fractions of a song, edited newsroom yawn, stupid captcha code glitch, telephone rings.. more fractured songs. How inspired are you talk show applause from '69', I'm the slattern?(surprise element) on radio 55.
The iuktm's were received as their uncoded invisible self to revamp, relax, relapse.
Along the asteroid belt of the aphid sea, once in a lost moment, you can witness a passing code, that's been received.
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