Prose: Chosen

Galactic cycle 05465. Star system 53768.54.1.444.

Kirill was pursued by some ill fate. Or maybe a healthy and kind one.

“Ave! Did you check yesterday thought-mail?

The figure in a black as night attire, which has stopped reflecting shadow and absorbing light an uncountable by earth standards number of years ago, punched a chessboa

“Stretch! Now push on! Push on! More! Come on, darling, I know that it hurts! Such is our female fate, we all passed through it. Here… I can see his head!

“Greetings, oh great Master!” the Seeker started yelling.

Once upon a time, someone knocked at a door of human's Soul. The Happiness was standing behind a threshold, having come from unknown edges of the world.

Long, infinitely long ago there were these wondrous events taking place, of which we would tell you further.

No, sir, this is absolutely intolerable! What sort of absurd can be produced by the ignorant human mind of apparently reasonable being!

“Mister Coordinator, how would you characterize the current state of a civilization that is being analyzed by us?”