Pantheos has no orientation. Looking right, left, up, and even down will show you nothing but infinity. Put your hand to a wall and you can feel the planet evolving and growing. For trillions of cycles, structures have caved in and eroded into a skeleton of obscure figures. Planets, space ships, entire civilizations and infrastructures have been conjoined. Power lines stretch from one side to another and into the cracks without any knowledge of where they lead to. Noises can be heard throughout the void, but where they come from remains a mystery. Pantheos has no end.
Look.
J-13 and his brother, J-14 look down over the ledge and see that one misstep will lead to an infinite fall into the unknown. Strange sounds and whirrs vibrate through the structures all collapsed within each other. Remnants of consumed civilizations line their sights, doomed to remain unknown forever.
Be careful. Are you keeping track of where we are going?
Yes. I don’t believe we have been to this area before. There are no signs of life yet.
They continue to walk along the ledge while keeping close to the wall. Every other moment, the planet hums and shakes slightly.
Humans have remained absent in their lives ever since J-13 turned 10, about 15 cycles ago. The two lived with their father under a fallen structure. It was a calm and almost optimistic day when a sudden micro black hole spawned and took their father into singularity. He was gone within a matter of seconds. They’ve been in search for their mother ever since that day after being told that she went out to look for civilization somewhere on this unimaginably vast planet.
Stop.
Before turning the corner, J-14 looks down at the device in his hand. A bright blue light begins to flash and a static crackling noise resonates from the inside of its casing.
There is something here, but it doesn’t look organic. The input is weak as if there was something blocking its detection.
They continue and carefully turn the corner, on the look out for any danger. Amongst the various fallen structures in view, there sits a white orb; perfectly spherical. The two look up attempting to see where it could have fallen from but an infinite web of structures makes it impossible to determine its origin. The cracked floor it sits on indicates it fell from a high place.
I’ve never seen anything like it before. I don’t trust it. It’s your call, brother.
Slowly, they advance and inch their way to the orb.