Six

The first bar shatters with an explosion of distorted light, rocking this tunnel of time and space. He’s learning. It’s working. My guard’s panic is palpable, this naïve child with power beyond her understanding. It is one thing to be created, to have knowledge bestowed in haste, but divinity is an evolutionary process, not a surgical procedure. Transcendence should be steady, a slow reduction on a low heat. Her material form has boiled over and the result is spoiling, pieces of humanity poking through. Something to latch onto.

I remain still, quiet, waiting for the call.

Past thoughts simmer on her surface as she shoals the circumference of my prison. Weakness I can exploit when the time comes. She thickens her form around the break, reinforcement. She wan...

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