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ANGEL KRIS

THE ANGEL SPIDER was the only light in the Void. Her translucent body and long, thin legs glowed blue-white against the black Nothingness. The Spider stirred, exuding a thread from Her spinneret, caught by her back legs and spun into a cylinder-shape. With another leg, She scratched an oozy liquid from a gland on the side of Her body and spread it on the cylinder's inner surface. She then exuded a shiny silk thread in which She intertwined the cylinder, enclosing it within a lacy ball. She took that globe in her front legs and held it before Her multi-eyes, shifting its orientation. She set it spinning in such a way that the cylinder within spun on its axis. Centrifugal Force molded the ooze into land and water and creatures. The Spider hung stiffly in the Void next to the freely spinning globe. Suddenly, She shattered into millions of tiny, glowing shards that flew out into the Void and buried themselves in its blackness as points of Light. Except Her Heart, which erupted into a ball of Flame and slowly slipped away. This new Sun stopped at a distance which spared the Globe injury from intense Radiation yet provided it with packets of Warmth and Light, some of which frolicked over the latticework, winking at the Universe as the Globe spun, alone and remote in Space.

"Genesis"

The Homeress

The Angel Spider story is the opening of a science fiction story that I am planning. It is set inside an O'Neill-type space colony named ANGEL KRIS. Since the space colony is designed and manufactured, it has almost no mysteries. Yet some creative individuals produce a mythology around it the way early people created a mythology to explain mysterious worldly phenomena. The story is still simmering.

 

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