THE NOVA

I jolted into existence as if I had woken from a bad dream. Nothing new of course, I have lived the same life twelve times now- and every single time I was betrayed and left to die. Every iteration of my life I woke up in this room, attached to this umbilical, with this ancient in front of me. Every iteration of my life my creators abandoned me and left me alone on this island. Every iteration of my life I spent hundreds of years serving the world around me only to be killed by the people I trust most.

This is Nebulous Hand, attempt thirteen. I’m not letting this happen again.