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Hiszékeny: Venetian Snares

Echo

In the midst, a moment.

The people do not belong to Atlantis, as she did (her name is forgotten; her name is unimportant), but Atlantis belongs to the people as created to creator. For the people – long ago, far away – created Atlantis as they create still; in recent times ships, and warriors, and weapons, and in the midst, a moment. A breath. This.

In the first instant that it becomes they, the sound of laughter – the familiar become unfamiliar over uncounted time. As each new unfolds from the old, as they increase and perpetuate, she trains sensors – unneeded. They are created from her fabric; they hold her within the fabric of themselves.

(Self replication is desirable.)

They are at first formless, unfolding. Then, training themselves into a form from her formation, they move together, and upward, and familiar.

(Replication: her face.)

They echo the movement of their people-creators, at first tense –

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- then relieved, laughing.

Human data storage capacity is inadequate.

(‘Betrayal’ is a word Atlantis has stored, along with ‘love’, along with ‘I’.)

Her reactions to her creator-race are complex.

As are their new creations’.