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It was cold.
Space, that is. That comes as no surprise, due to modern science mixing with human science from way back when. But nothing could quite describe the chill of space, unless you’ve been there.
Neo Agent Three knows the chill firsthand. They’ve been up there for about an hour now, sitting atop Octavio’s L3.Gs.
Looking back at earth, their home, or what used to be, Three felt numb. The fuzzy ooze had already swallowed half, covering all of Inkadia.
Inkadia…
Everyone Three knows, or knew, lived there. They were probably all oozed, caught up in the hairmageddon. They must’ve been, considering the ooze even got to Alterna.
Three remembered not long ago, hearing the panicked chatter coming from the ones in Alterna. Agent Two translating for Captain, who was trying to lead the rest to an escape. The hurried cries of Agent One, as she ran, Deep Cut at her side.
They couldn’t make it in time. That was 40 minutes ago, and ever since Three’s just heard static where the voices of their allies used to be.
It was quiet. Obviously, it was space, but Three wasn’t alone. Octavio still piloted his bot, but even he had gone dead quiet at the end of the world he lived in for over a century.
The only noise was Little Buddy chirping. Three turned their head to look at him, and he chirped with worry.
A shaky hand was extended to pick up the smallfry, who cooed as he buried his little body into Three’s chest.
Three looked at the Little Buddy, before looking back to earth.
On that day…A massive fuzzball was born in space.
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