The machine is the only thing holding the universe together. It hisses and clanks. Sometimes he imagines he hears it screaming.
He calls it Atlas, for it bears the weight of everything upon its metal shoulders, this vast engine at the end of the time. In the sky above, the last star dies.
Loop after loop, star-death after star-death, big bang after big bang: Atlas carries on when all else ends.
The universe dies and is reborn. But Atlas goes around, time after time, and it is falling apart. He is not sure it will survive going around…
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