Steam City

The Suns kept thinking about it for a while and then the Dusking Sun Jumped in. "This, thing of yours, how many do you have?" he asked.

"About a hundred thousand give or take," I said.

He scratched his chin and said, "Not enough, not nearly enough to cover a good spatial foothold, we need more… How many can you produce within one month time?" he asked.

"If fully focused on it, about three million," I said.

"That can barely cut it, within a month it should be when the Endless Night arrives," the Dusking Sun said.

"Then get to work and start making them," the Cryptic Sun interjected.

When he said that I understood what the Dusking Sun wanted, he baited the Cryptic Sun into saying those words and trapped him for me. Good man.

"Why?" I replied, "Am I getting paid for it?" I frowned.