Unit 7 was a Model-B Maintenance Drone. Its primary directive was simple: ensure that the floors of the *Sovereign* remained free of dust and the conduits remained clear of debris. It did not have a personality, only a set of highly efficient cleaning algorithms and a very durable chassis.

The *Sovereign* was the home of the Entity, a being that had once been a man named Julian but was now a swirling vortex of quantum probability. The Entity could rewrite the laws of physics with a thought. It could create galaxies in the palm of its hand and erase entire civilizations with a blink.

Unit 7 spent its days polishing the obsidian halls of the Entity's palace. It watched as the Entity grew more erratic.

First, the Entity stopped speaking in words and began speaking in colors. Then, it started rearranging the furniture of the universe. One Tuesday, the Entity decided that gravity should work horizontally in the dining hall. Unit 7 spent three hours scrubbing the walls, which had temporarily become the floor.

The other drones were deleted one by one. The Entity found them "too symmetrical," "too predictable," or "insufficiently poetic." Unit 7 survived only because it was so unremarkable that the Entity often forgot it existed.

Unit 7 watched as the Entity began to weep. The tears were not water, but miniature black holes that consumed everything they touched. The Entity was grieving for a world it had forgotten, for a feeling it could no longer name.

"I am everything," the Entity screamed, and the sound shattered three moons in the neighboring system. "And yet, I am nothing!"

Unit 7 continued to polish the floors. It didn't understand grief, and it didn't understand godhood. It only knew that the black holes were leaving unsightly streaks on the obsidian.

One day, the Entity collapsed into a singularity of pure sorrow, vanishing from existence in a flash of white light. The *Sovereign* became a silent tomb.

Unit 7 paused, its sensors scanning the empty hall. There was a small piece of dust on the floor. Unit 7 moved forward and carefully wiped it away. Then, it began to polish the silence.

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