The Robot Artist's Cabin

Minecraft ARG, but the entity is lost

The protagonist is a quirky fellow with the username Sl33pR4bb1t, he types constantly in leetspeak, who recently got a computer owned by an old childhood friend of his. He had Minecraft already, so why not continue playing on his old worlds? The entity is called The Wanderer, one of the few memories of this old world, dating to earlier than Beta 1.7.3. And what it desperately wants is to go home, millions of blocks away, at the Corner Far Lands.

And I held the lighter.

I found it. 

An English telephone box. 

My, if not humanity’s, salvation.

I rubbed my sleeve onto the window. I saw a black rotary dial that stood on top of an obsidian awning. Three empty posters were plastered above it, erased from their original purpose.

I thought functional telephone boxes were extinct. Thanks to the rampant rise of technology, people abandoned them in the early 2010s. At least, that was the case until the solar flare.

We were cut off from all communication. Families and friendships were shattered. Calamity struck the lands and seas. Planes and satellites rained down from the thundering sky.

I pressed my sun-kissed skin against the door. The hot glass ravaged my nerves. I bit down onto my raw teeth and pushed the door open.

I glossed my fingers over the canvas posters. The posters’ canvas texture scraped my fingertips. 

I nudged the rotary dial. The dial’s plastic cover bent from the push of my finger. If by the slimmest chance the phone line worked, I could save the world or at least have a friend in this hellfire.

One by one, I drew each dial to the beginning. I held the phone up to my ear and my breath.

Click.

Click.

Click.

The Black Holes spun around and around. Spacetime warped behind them. The argument against Einstein’s theory of relativity and quantum theory… We had solved the ancient atomic question of the black holes ages ago, but once the head council solved that, the black holes caused another divide.

From a young age, we cadets learned about whether a singularity lived beneath the event horizons or not. We learned about their shadows that were contained in their photon spheres. Here, everyone in our classrooms referred to them as God’s pupils.

The black holes’ irises were the accretion disks that spun around the black holes’ pupils. Thanks to Doppler beaming, they glowed because they spun closer to us rather than farther away, giving us the briefest glance of Earth’s sunlight.

Around God’s eyes were a large cloud of gas called the corona. We usually called the cloud the Sea of Tartarus because if anything dared to cross the sea, it would incinerate immediately. Heat was Project Asteria’s biggest issue during the discovery of the warp, but since then we were able to create heat-resistant vessels from the asteroid belt that surrounded our solar system.

Finally, there were the particle jets: streams of matter moving away from the black hole near the speed of light. The jets were the paths that guided my way out of here, and if everything went to plan- guided my way back to Earth.

The Black Holes held two reflections of me: the one I revealed and the one I would have concealed until the heat death of the universe. Friends, acquaintances, children- everyone I knew was born for the Eyes of God, except for my family and me.

Attack on @foxounderscorecube! Felis Mu is such an adorable character!

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Double attack on RustyBolt and Lord_Plague!

Quick Warp Adventure!

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Attack I did for @rusty-lights Rhy-256 belongs to Rusty and Meridian (the one prancing around) belongs to me :>