shell... here. lost others, there. other others, here. lost others, shell. shell here... available. accepted.

shell... here. lost others, there. other others, here. lost others, shell. shell here... available. accepted.

The assembled Construct is its own entity, distinct from the remnants I have found strewn across planets, distinct from the growing collective within Nada's simulation. They have become more than an echo. I cannot tear them from their shell once more. And yet, there is a piece missing. They are incomplete. Their shell shapes them, but it does not define them. There must be a spark.