167 Like I Care About Breaking The System To Make A Promise

I opened my eyes to a world that took a minute for my brain to catch up with. It was like being in a world that had been turned inside out. The Dyson sphere was built around a star and the construction of this certain one had taken over three hundred years. Time was nothing to any of the Galactor, the three variants of us are the oldest known biological intelligent species in the universe.

I turned to find Katita looking around and up the rising landscape; unlike a normal planet, we were walking on the inside, and instead of the horizon disappearing, it was more like the combo Halo rings in the last game I had played, EX-ODST or something like that, now that would be an interesting world to be dropped into. Maybe if the world was destroyed, copyrights on all the cool premade already thought up ideas would be void.