Lonely. Daminion was lonely.
That was the one word he could think of to describe his atmosphere. He was lonely.
The numbers on his mind screen had stopped growing long back. They were not programmed to increase after half a Googol. Whoever had made The Refrigerator, had expected the passenger to find life much sooner. But Daminion now knew, in the entire universe, Earth was all the life it had.
And then it was only him.
And now he felt a pull.
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