Kal had begun idly poking around on his pad while they spoke, and he looked up now that they had stopped. Mythos’s friendly expression had vanished, and Ethos, if possible, looked even sterner.
Mythos sighed. “I understand you’re anxious to go exploring, but do me a favor first. Pull up that map, that ‘grid’ of worlds you made.”
Kal gestured over his pad, and the field of snaky light-point tendrils shimmered into existence above it.
“Those points of light do indeed represent wonders you can’t yet imagine,” Mythos said, waving his hand through the map, the hologram distorting around it.
“Notice though,” Ethos pierced the small window at the bottom of the display with his pen. “In order for you to discover ten thousand relatively healthy worlds, you had to sacrifice over ten times that many of your nanomachines to the dangers of the unknown. On some dwell forms of life that will either not care or not notice when they accidentally snuff you out of existence. In others, Sol is not a yellow dwarf, but a red giant. And in others still, there is not even a planet where Earth should be. Those nodes in your neck are not just capable of ending the metaxia if misused, Kal. They can end you.”
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