Sgt. Kadyvar froze at the sight of steppe vegetation on some nearby pedes.
"What is it?"
"I feel like I"m observing the Burgos countryside." He said. His tone of voice was stunned.
"And where would they be?"
"f**k! It"s in the Spanish meseta, same landscape same scorching air on the skin!"
Perhaps a place dear to the sergeant; granitic memories, carved on more memory, could sometimes prove to be a damnation for an astralis.
They did not waste a single moment; they shot the accretion germ that planted itself ten meters into the depths of that earth rich in all the metals and silicates.
Images came of the erupting soil and a building sprouting like a flower. After sprouting from the oily earth, each section layered layer by layer until massive polyhedral structures were generated. It
