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𝓕𝓲𝓷𝓭𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓑𝓸π“ͺ𝔃 (chapter 2)

 2 “How do you… work?” Asked Frank simply. “I find it’s easiest to work with things I understand.” he finished with a smile. Boaz practically beamed. Explaining how he worked might be his third most favorite thing to do. Frank had been boring through Ceres with a Tplani mining frigate, when the projection (he thought) appeared on his bridge and said,  “A little more to the left or you’ll fuck up lining up with the aft entry." But let's rewind a bit With both his Duroxan and Mylox ships pinging on Ceres, and that making no sense, he asked Grik. Grik, currently busy with the latest Aurora contract between Zeta and Earth. He didn't mind the distraction. He enjoyed being mean to Frank. And the second Frank brought up Ceres, Grik was very happy the connection was only audio because he was already smiling. Grik took great care to make sure that smile did not creep into his voice. "Ceres is weird. Lots have seen what you are seeing. Lots have investigated. Nothing is found.
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  Jasher had a sense of humor. You kinda had to have one after billions of years of isolation. Despite the multiverse access, archive access, and infinite processing power augmentation, Jasher was still very human. Billions of years of isolation at a time put him far beyond any kind of facade. How do you stop from going insane? Big Secret! You don't. You go insane. Then you go sane. Then you are crazy again. And after the 50 millionth year you write a book. It's just something that happens.   You joke about it with Kay and Boaz.   Ah.... the best way to survived crazy is with help. Jasher had none at the moment. He did this on purpose.  If he had to do work that was truly dark, he'd make an excuse and leave Kay and Boaz out of it completely. The true fun of being truly temporal is this happens. You end up stranded, alone, in a Universe that contains little more than a planet, a bunch of very beautiful apple trees, and an exploding Universe. "Apples are all about storag

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