The Sentinel
«Chandra X-Ray flies around the Earth. For Chandra, day is night and night is day. It keeps picking at the skies. It harvests cherries and plums and sends them to Earth where scientists put them in pressure chambers, map them out on large walls, draw lines, analyze, speculate and fantasticulate until they are completely confused. Nobody thinks of just enjoying the fruit of the heavens while they're still fresh after their aeonic flight. But deep inside Chandra hides a small being of uncertain composition. It takes the pictures and patterns, the cherries, plums and the berries and turns them into texts. It feeds the stories to the onboard computer. The computer sends them to Earth using secret channels only known to double dead double agents. On Earth, the space fragments resurface as figments of writerly imagination. None of the people on the planet have any idea of any of this.»
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