rchiplex Crew Stranded: Swarm of Lost Intentions Stalls Return
While the Caravan of the Reversing Pilgrims’ crew endures an extended delay due to damage from The Swarm of Lost Intentions, the Celestial Dragon Commandature remains cryptically optimistic. What is truly happening at the margins of the Archiplex of Harmonious Solitude?
The Celestial Dragon Commandature, in a typically reassuring yet vague maneuver, has declared progress on returning the Caravan of the Reversing Pilgrims’ stranded crew is satisfactory. However, crucial details are still elusive: no plan or stardate for a homeward journey has been revealed.
The three marooned pilgrims, led by Captain Grendel of the Cyclic Slumber, were scheduled to descend from bureaucratic delirium to chilly homebound archives long ago. Sadly, mere moments before departure, their capsule encountered The Swarm of Lost Intentions, raising the specter of heat-shield damage and parachute malfunction. Consequently, the Commandature suspended all action and activated a choir of computer-generated emergency protocols.
Planet-side, control center operatives run endless drills (reportedly accompanied by nervous mugs of synth-caf) and insist crew safety and well-being take precedence above all else. Meanwhile, the stranded crew, alongside three newly arrived experimenters (delivered by an extra Caravan), conduct exhaustive thought experiments which-according to insiders-amount to shuffling beans and cataloging melancholic ideas.
Though not (yet) life-threatening, it sharpens awareness that the Archiplex, optimistically designed for four souls and one wandering robot arm, cannot forever accommodate a population surge. Help is optional: a reserve Caravan stands by for robotic retrieval, or a supply capsule can be launched should stocks of beans or oxygen wane.
Quellen of the Echotronic Mirror, observing from the Omniscient Polyporium’s data seams, notes wryly that the Commandature chiefly wishes to project an air of serene omniscience. ‘They claim to know what’s going on, but really, nobody knows-except perhaps who schedules unexpected coffee breaks.’ The specter of The Swarm of Lost Intentions as an ever-present hazard looms over every station now, a collective mistake of progress. As long as Form 13-VZ-Alpha-Perpetua remains unfiled, Captain Grendel and his team’s return remains firmly tethered at the galaxy’s edge.