Pulse
When you can feel the power pulsing through your veins, the sing and lure of eternity, you'd think that's all that would be on your mind. You'd think you were doing it all for the sake of becoming a god, taking in the knowledge and breathing out a breath spangled with stars and incandescent light.
You thought wrong, sings the pulse through your ears. You thought wrong, mutter the columns of data streaming out toward the stars. Every breath that puffs and condenses against the black of space, every thought that slips loose of its moorings on that lake of darkness, all angled toward one goal--
Home! The way to home is open again--I'm going home!
A million lightyears away, Junior crumpled, clutching at his chest. Every painful beat of his heart advertised the truth: Home again! Home at last!
