What I Was Afraid Of · Track 75 · middle
Death Star
Death Star — *Star Wars* superweapon. Register: fiction. This song is sung BY this weapon, in first person, about the one thing IT was afraid of. Find the fear that is true of this specific object, not a generic one.
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Lyrics
I am a doctrine. I am a moon. I am the shadow that enters the room. They built me to be the end of the argument, a sphere of gray logic to shadow the sky. I swallow the vacuum, I carry the order, and millions of officers live in my spine. But I have a million men walking my hallways, like white blood cells pacing a terminal ghost. I cannot feel them. The scale is too heavy. I am a body ignoring its host. And I am afraid of the very small things. I am terrified of the dust. When you are a mountain of orbital armor you cannot turn around to see what you touch. My mind takes a full second to reach my equator. I cannot flinch, and I cannot fold. I am a god in a cage of my gravity, waiting for a pebble to bring on the cold. I shattered a world just to prove I was waking. Green glass and ashes, adrift in the night. They cheered in the overbridge, patted my plating, but I couldn't feel the absence of light. There is a trench on my northernmost surface, a two-meter shaft leading down to the heat. That is the only place I am still open, a flaw they forgot in the durasteel sheet. And I am afraid of the very small things. I am terrified of the dust. When you are a mountain of orbital armor you cannot turn around to see what you touch. My mind takes a full second to reach my equator. I cannot flinch, and I cannot fold. I am a god in a cage of my gravity, waiting for a pebble to bring on the cold. They fly through the vacuum like gnats in a canyon. My turrets are turning, too sluggish, too blind. I was designed to look down at a continent. I wasn't made for the things left behind. The little wings crossing the grid of my vision, the sting of the laser, the tick of the clock. I am too big to swat at the mosquito. I am too vast to reach for the wound. I feel the heat falling down in the dark. I cannot close my eyes. I just have to sit here and take it.