Four
Months flew by in a blink. Aeon showed me around the Arc and taught me how some of the less automated systems worked. Overall, the Arc was a self-sustaining machine, almost an organism in itself, intelligent and able to communicate with Aeon directly through some kind of telepathic link.
It became clear to me that Aeon and the Arc were bound in some kind of symbiotic relationship. It was why he could never leave.
There was joy in being with him, in allowing myself to let go and submit to his beast, and the times where he lay back and allowed me to play, to have full control, were like nectar to my soul.
Yes, there was joy, but each day that passed brought us closer to goodbye, and sadness grew inside me like a festering sore.
I didn’t want to leave him. I didn’t want to leave the
