The inky expanse of space drew a cold trail outward in it’s infinite expanse, singing a siren’s song for the Controller. It was all She could do to contain her excitement as she readied another meteor, tenderly tucking augmented seeds inside of it’s tender core. It thrummed and gave warmth to her outstretched hands. Her spidery fingers traced along the outside edges, weaving lines of light into the stone. It was a majestic orchestra of sighing vibrations and pulses of light as She worked. At the crescendo of her opus, she nudged the meteor towards it’s new home.
“Could the Controller know?” Shli said to the Temple Knight.
“What do you even mean? Know what? That the habitability of this new world fell below nominal levels? Yeah. Because I can believe that there’s an all knowing Goddess that floats around space hurling meteors and making sure we can travel to new planets. Yeah. Believable.”
“She’s not a Goddess. She’s a construct. I think you would know that if you actually studied the sacred texts.”
“So, then the Oortians build this massive terraforming construct to just adapt all planets to our ecosystem…?”
Shli sighed and held out her hand. “Look, It’s been a long time since any of these people have even been alive to confirm any of this. All have are these history books. And they’re falling into disrepair as it is. We may be able to travel across the galaxy in an instant, but we can’t teach this to every new Citizen that fast.”
“Okay, so now you’re taking this as fact? What’s next? Titans will come and reshape entire planets for galactic expansion? All I know is that we have spread out across all the stars, and continue to thrive. Isn’t that enough?”
“No. If we lose our history, we lose ourselves -” Shli was interrupted by a loud crack of sound, the likes she had never heard before.
Within an instant, the earth below them split asunder in a mixture of molten stone and flecks of gravel. The meteor sent with no particular destination made landfall mere feet from them, vaporizing everything within several meters and sending chunks in all directions under it’s massive concussive force. When the stellar mass found a foothold, it began to seep out it’s stored energy, like tendrils through the land.
In all the instantaneous destruction, life began to form and catalyze. New trees formed, spreading growth of biomass from their branches. In literal moments, a burgeoning fruiting body fell to the floor, amidst the chaos beneath it. It rolled and began to congeal, as it writhed and thrashed. The motion of the life form took on rhythm, and tempo. Appendages sprouted outward, and eyes began to shape and clear from the skin of the mass.
After a second, new life was born, and it took to the air, searching for hostile life to eradicate. Guided by a mission instilled in it’s own DNA, the cuddletrunk flew away from the crash site as other beings, all suited for their individual purposes began tending to their programming.