The First Algorithm
Author: F.J. Wilder
last update2026-05-30 13:41:02

When you scatter pieces of a god, you don't just attract scavengers. You create a religion.

I was on the bridge of the Vanguard command ship, in low orbit over the newly formed Nexus-Earth. My two shards of Creator Core, white-gold, warmed my chest with their energy.

“Scan complete, Kaelen,” Nova said, her violet eyes darting quickly over the huge rotating holographic globe on the main station. The dimensional backlash didn't just drop the remaining seven shards randomly; they have been physica
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