Of quantum importance.

Long before the big bang, there were but the word smiths. As varied as the snowflakes, each brought their individual strengths to the table of words. Here is where everything began.

Deltria could hardly contain her excitement. Here it was, the crowning achievement of her cycle, ready to be laid bare before all the others. It was once in a words smiths cycle they could approach such an honorable merit. She did not intend to waste it. She strode both to and fro in the ether, awaiting the others to vibrato into the vocal chamber. Less a teleportation, and more a decision to exude ones being at a point, the vibrato essentially allowed all words smiths to be where they want, at the moment of wanting. The ether quickly filled with first the most eager of words smiths, but followed closely by the most adept. Punctuality did not exist yet, as time itself was but a meager crumb to the unsatiable appetite of of the words smiths.

Here was her moment, she felt as if a cake in the oven, moist and ready to deliver herself to whet their appetites.

She felt the nagging question as to her means, but quickly abandoned those thoughts. "There is no because..." she began the mantra she spate her whole life, "There is but the why, answer less.... So we ask it seek us." finishing along with the others.Surrounded by peers of exuberant means, she exposed the core of her idiom. "This," she began with the nervousness of a inundated novice "is our solace. Our way out of the oblivion that is to be. Our choice factor. I present, for the inquisition of my peers, the quantum-telemitication device.". She allowed them to probe for meaning for just a scant width of being, then pushed forward.

"Such is that it will show us the path, of both noblest and unbeknownst structure, we could not righteously find within our cycle. It will allow us to see the paths our words travel."

Feeling pensive today. Here is a short story excerpt for you guys. Let me know your thoughts.

"Remember, a wizard never only listens...". The last spoken words from his mother echo'ed in his mind as he awoke from slumber. Always the same dream. Always. Matters not, today was the day Balistar would wed his "beloved" and finally leave this shit hole of a planet.

It had been a hard 3 months since theta squadron landed on this planet. The inhabitants, though wonderfully perceptive and hospitable, were naive to the bone. The audacity they had to actually invite him to travel to their planet and mine what they wanted was so obtuse, it was thought a ruse. Balistar drew up meticulous battle plans, harbored the most deranged crew hew could muster, all with the cunning of the most sly shrew. At most their forces could have lasted a month against not only their superior firepower, might, and his crews desire for mayhem. Upon arrival, immediate action into his plan. After scatter-ray fusion bombardment, nearly half their population was already decimated, capital locations shattered, logical choke points entrenched with no less than a battalion of troops, and all ships within minimum firing distance for their High Approach Velocity Oppenheimer Kinetic (HAVOK) cannons of all mass populace areas. They simply stood by which they said. "It is all yours undooko".

These type of gears cannot be unwound. Hell, after 6 months of hypersleep, his crew needed to strech...

FUCK IT.