Have you ever wanted to murder the Sun? To bring the life-giving fusion reactor to a bitter end because of the sheer agony it brings to your eyes as it keeps you awake. And for waking the birds. Fuck birds.
What’s it to be, Michael? What’s in your future? What do you wish for? Atonment? Redemption? Maybe the assurance that the captain you lost didn’t die in vain? You helped start a war. Don’t you want to help me end it?
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