This is primal.
Think prehistory.
Of living in a cave.
Of staring at the star dotted sky.
Of trying to understand the sudden explosive glory of a comet and the lunacy of living on a gravity well in the middle of a gas cloud only ninety-two million miles from a controlled nuclear explosion.
Think a thing with a disease called sentience on the cusp of oblivion tasting chaos and expecting pain.
Stories 