Momentum. The icy remains of the beginning of days hurtling through deep space, without any use for the perception of time. Comet doesn’t know its age. Comet doesn’t know anything. Comet simply is and has been for as long as that could matter. It moves now because it moved then. Frozen now, cold then. It is a continuation of essence.
The eternal nature of it all makes it seem holy, yet its actuality is far from traditionally sacred, violated by the gravitational pull of every celestial body larger than it – and there are many -, themselves on permanent and malleable paths, it is consecrated, just not by God. Creation came from inevitability. Chaos.
Arbitrary systems interpolated on top of and into each other; looked upon, the universal text is an illegible, jumbled mess. Uniform mayhem, one-size-fits-all even for the smallest of small like atoms. Humanity.
Obsessed with the illusion of order. Consciousness, figuring things out in a way that makes sense. Sense that is self-defining. One of their many tools. Logic. Mathematics. Hammer and chisel used to chip away at the void-colored rock of ignorance, deep space, antimatter; all the same color that never fades, no matter how into substance they get the incomprehensible hue remains. Always more. More of the same.
Their planet and Comet are on a collision course. It’s the type of happening that’s always a matter of time. Their manipulative, ‘knowledge’ seeking nature has exposed them to the inhumane, mechanical gears of Undesign, the machine of eventuality.
Dissatisfied with such a traumatic fate (they’ve determined that post-impact would be survivable but far from favorable) they’ve decided to abort in gestate. Due to its whip around the Sun, the destructive meeting hinges on Comet’s weight. Disintegrating the problem with force is out of the question, they’ve tried before and bits still followed, still hit. But a change in mass would change path.
So they send out a ship, not to crash, it’s equipped with tools to thaw Comet’s binding, the icy layers which make up a decent chunk of its substance. After this, and its pass by the Sun, it should thaw even more, pickup momentum that should make it split then the pieces should miss now and forever after.
Success. Heated to the point of atmospheric entry in the middle of sub-zero space Comet continues on path, faster than ever before and the entity is no more, cracked, hurtling out around the Sun pieces…stop. That’s what the tracker says.
Humanity’s last message as the creature they couldn’t have known existed extinguishes the Sun.
Vincent Santino Smarra 
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