Day 8
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734.
Station 1041
"The Air Vibrates around the Sword, not because of it."
Staticy interference hisses on his GUI as He looks down at black luminous orbs a swirl in a radiant etheric fluid, charged to the point of becoming toxick yet forged with so much purity as to shimmer against the frequency backdrops of cutty lightwaves - "I shouldn't have to consume such a dish alone, now should I? WE have consciously chosen to make sound our new source of fuel for these rusty biomechanics."
"Shall we monopolize sound, then?"