Death is not an ending, nor a beginning; meerly another cog in the machine called existance. each arbor spinning in it's bearings, until the day it wears out, and a spinning life spins for it's last time.

some cogs are weak, spinning for only a few days, hours, or even seconds. some cogs continue to spin centruries after the body that once held the life is long gone, cogs with names like Des Carte, Plato, Euclid still spin strongly even today, 5000, or more, centuries since their bodies rejoined the soil of the homeworld.

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today, another cog begins to spin. gaining speed, and setting its mesh with those around it, driving the machine of existance, forcing things to move in ways they weren't meant to.

today, a cog begins to spin. the grand archatitect, who governs the existance machine watches this new cog intently, pondering over the quandries it represents; knowing that its mesh will cause problems, but unsure of how many cogs it will remove from the machine.