Legend

Dammit, I'm a prospector, not a hero.

Me and T'rhyl were looking for quantum singularities on the fringes of Transcendant space. Hey, if the little gods want to blow up stars in their territory it's fine with me...as long as I can make some money off of it.

Suddenly, there it was: A silvery sphere of solid neutronium, 2 meters across. A Transcendant!

It's commlaser flashed: "This system is to be purged. Leave at once."

A beam of antiprotons flickered across our hull, munching away the duralloy armor in a spray of gamma-rays. A gentle prod, from a being that could kill us with a thought.

I must have panicked. I reached for the thruster controls...and the sphere shuddered, and vaporized.

I must have grabbed it in a tractor beam in confusion. T'rhyl decided I was a hero. Maybe I was. There was a chemical refinery in the system's Oort cloud...I must have saved 30, maybe 40 people.

But somewhere in those fluid filled jars that a Dweek calls a brain, T'rhyl became convinced I was a legend...a slayer of gods. And once one Dweek has an idea, they all have it...and they are SO fond of telling stories.

And that's why every moron with a gun and more testosterone than brains is out to kill me.

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