The Antarctic Echo
I am older than your civilization. I am the last of my kind, and I carry within me the memory of oceans that no longer exist. When the Architects first approached me, I thought they were prey. They were small—so small compared to me, fragile as sea glass—and they floated on the surface of my ocean in metal shells that made no sound. They were unlike any creature I had sensed in my nine thousand...
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