The Erasure of Time
Author: F.J. Wilder
last update2026-05-23 12:29:14

When you reach the top of the universe, you usually find that the so-called gods are just old men hiding behind expensive toys.

I entered the Star-Fortress private airlock, the vacuum of space roaring past the thick glass. The High Council Flagship was in orbit a hundred miles away, surrounded by the swarming armada of ten thousand Architect warships. It was a large, pure white pyramid that exuded pure arrogant authority.

I didn't have to travel by ship to get there. I didn't have to take a pla
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