Deep beneath the overgrown surface of the space station, a quiet ticking could be heard. A single light flickered, a series of half-broken screens crackling to life, white static visible through the moss and rust. The skittering of some space-born pest that had chosen this place to be it's home, reacting to the sudden light. An ancient protocol, running on a broken computer, the size of a continent. With a slow whirring, the Central Processor started to life, the heat burning away layers of plant life, the reinforced shell still solid. Not even a hundred years and rapid-growing plants could pierce the Voidmetal casing of the Plot Reactor.

And in the centre, as it had since the moment of it's creation, the Plot Hole burned on, devouring and creating, a flaw in the very concept of reality, an infinite source of energy tapping into a loophole in the Laws of Energy Conservation.

Ancient machines awoke from their slumber, the devices of the God Emperor himself, who had once spread his will across the Multiverse, before a rebellion had defeated him. His throne still stood, filled with the remnants of his power. The hole still stood, where he had blown his opponent through a kilometer of Voidmetal Alloys.

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[Hello?]