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The Death of Definitivity
Chapter 17: Intercepted Transmission

Chapter 17: Intercepted Transmission

Uco

Most Recent New Earth Generation—573

To my dearest Abb-Weiloo,

To be without your loving touch leaves me hollow. No joy in this grand universe can compare to your affection, but I must admit that my work on Uco comes quite close.

This whole time, it had been assumed that Uco would be constructed as a monolith, resting atop the soil of New Earth—protected at all costs. The truth is far more magnificent.

Uco is a planet!

I know not where, but our heroic explorers have found a distant planet to use as the motherboard of our divine computer. The planet, which we only refer to as Uco, is both cold and small, yet highly remarkable. By godly guided path, we have found a dwarf planet with a crust made entirely of silicon!

In all my years of studying the science of computers, I had never dreamed of working on a project of this magnitude. We’ve managed to warp the planet’s surface to function as a motherboard! It is truly beyond imagination, beyond wonder. Bless the Primes for their guiding light.

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We have surrounded the planet with Mirrors, protecting our delicate work from any unforeseen collisions and allowing my colleagues and me to work unfettered. With energy pumped in from the Nuclear City of Kand and microprocessor parts shipped directly from the Fabrication City of Uul, we have been able to work at an incredible pace.

I know all too well that our work will not be completed in my lifetime. Awareness of this spurs a slight sadness within me, but I can suppress it with thoughts of our ancestors. They, too, knew how many eons would pass before their mission could be completed, and yet they persisted. I cherish this thought, just as I cherish the thought of you.

Just as our ancestors have, you must go on. It is in our blood as humans. We persist. We know no other way than to scrap our way to survival—so say the oldest texts.

A mere two years remain on my labor rotation. I cannot wait to tell you of all I have accomplished, just as I eagerly anticipate learning what has come of your research. I am confident that one day you will have your expertise requested for the good of Uco.

I love you. May we find our way home.

Always yours,

Terr-Ine

REDACTION NOTE: Transmission disapproved. All sensitive information will be redacted and returned to Terr-Ine for revision. A request will be submitted for a formal reprimanding for his flagrant disregard of Uco's confidentiality.