Welcome to the Zoo.

stood above his kingdom, pulled out of the ashes. He had saved the world. Brought back the people of his country. 

Why did this fear hang in the air? The hatred? This raw animosity?

There was no one on the planet who could stand against him. He had been the only survivor. Saved and blessed with this power to rebuild after the cataclysm. The world had ended in an instant.

A quick flash of light was all that proceeded the SOUND. Roaring bellows tearing across the sky with the sound of a million freight trains crashing into oblivion before the entire planet SHUDDERED.  Lava erupted from many fault lines as the earths own constitution for the first time in eons.

And this time, many failed. Syr stared into the glowing horizon, when the magma zone had settled, a region of mountain stone and lava blocking access to what was once the Pacific. 

Strained to maintain his focus. The incredible gravity would of broken a lesser octon.

Endure, for our comrades.

The sphere was nearly complete. A lifetime of scientific and astronomical achievement culminated in the greatest work the galaxy had ever seen. The compression of seven stellar masses into one power orb.

Once we complete this, the galaxy is ours. Those fools at center centerguard wont very able to oppose me.

ideas

space crew/shot through black hole on crew ship 

crew ship stranded in orbit/party members split up with individual ships. individual ships are customized before departing from earth, contain important and valuable things for each person.

stranded on planet set.

LADY galaxy

Space kid

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The feeling of dread and hope and ever present death.

I think its more that I've grown accustomed to this. Moving into a space and getting comfortable in it. I can sleep anywhere, if I needed to. It doesn't take too long to figure our routes and routines to optimize my time here.

Memphis is a space I have been too many times, though never for longer than 8 days. Year after year I return. Its just a paycheck in reality, without that I'd have never come. I almost didn't, the boss of the company wanted to back out because the margin is so low. But I had already agreed a month ago, and he had sent in the contracts then. So again this year I made the drive.

But atleast now I have some roots here, and I think that might be what home is. We are like plants, bound to this world. Whenever we spend a significant amount of time in a place, our roots dig into the soil, helping us to grow and to survive. It grants us powers in tiny little ways. The ability to know where things are. The power to choose where you eat. What spots are good and what to avoid. Things we take for granted in our everyday lives. Things that we do naturally in our hometowns because our roots are so strong there.

The thing that weirds me out, though, is MY home. Because for such a long time, it has not felt any different from any other place. San Antonio does, and Texas does. But my family house? Hardly. Its more free, because no one else is there, but only when that is actually true.

When I am sharing the house with my family, it is suffocating. They stifle the air. And for a while, its only felt that way. Even when I am there alone. Its about getting in and getting out.