I used to enter the nanogel projector rooms and ask the computer to model a few of them for me, around Earth.
The alarm sounds its gentle, delicate electro-waltz. She shivers, thousands of arms stretching out of her back, more and more hands popping out of them, supernumerary fingers pointing practically everywhere; she no longer cares about them. I observe the float, the screen of ultra-light nanogel where a goddess is dying, and will keep dying; she has been dying for a few hours now. And so, a handful of them figured out that the universe was going to die. " Risa Volyanova glances at what her beautiful six-year-old points to.But I marveled, I gaped at their incredible size, their infinite, inspiring majesty. Xe liked a pair of the tall, flowing Miner types in the dance floor, but by the looks of their orthetic amplifiers, low gravity had done numbers on them.Reyes was concerned that an Earthling would scare them off, and xe did not blame them; a broken arm or a dislodged pelvis would be bad.Of course, the grandiosity of such anomalies is not lost on me. There will be stories from beyond our light that will go forever unexplained, tales of survivors who saw other suns over other worlds, and sometimes just hints, clues to a greater universe… We agreed that letting go is worth more than the alternative. It has a magnificent screen, hemispheric, capable of reproducing in real time and perfect tridimensionality every event that I am supposed to know about in the entirety of the Solar System.
For the past ten or so years, however, we have been euthanizing every single anomaly we knew of.Another ten months of drool every time xe wanted to speak was certainly not in xyr list of priorities.