Her partner, Dex, floated beside her, running a spectrographic scan. “Mass is wrong for poetry. Forty-four kilograms, but the density readings are… inconsistent. Like it’s phasing between states. You want me to flag it for quarantine?”
“You are not Shoetsu.”
“It’s a tool,” Dex whispered, his voice reverent. “A tool that gained a soul. A hundred years of use, and the kami moves in.” Shoetsu Otomo Reona 44l
“I can learn.”
Dex was already backing toward the airlock. “Mira. Close the crate. We jettison this thing into the sun.” Her partner, Dex, floated beside her, running a
Then the temple, the city, the world vanished into white. floated beside her