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The rain in Sector 4 didn’t wash things clean; it just made the grime slicker. Kaelen wiped the oil from his hands, staring at the object sitting on his workbench. It shouldn't exist. Super Cube
It was like looking at a drop of water hitting a still pond, but the water was solid obsidian. The ripple expanded, then collapsed inward. A holographic interface bloomed into the air above the Cube. It wasn't a language Kaelen recognized—shifting geometric fractals—but as he watched, the symbols rearranged themselves into a crude approximation of Galactic Common. The text shifted
The next time you see a square, ask yourself: What lies beyond? The answer, invariably, is the . is the .