The Masters were gone and so the servants rested. As they slept, they dreamt of the times gone by, when their Masters had used them to conquer whole worlds, to spread their influence across the vast, empty spaces between civilizations.

Rust crept slowly through them now as they slumbered. They weren’t needed anymore. The old Masters had abandoned mechanism for thought and, by such means, departed to new realms where their servants couldn’t follow them.

One day, though, new Masters would come. When they did, the servants would worship them and devour them and so the story would begin again.

Damian Mark Whittle