A lonely Ark drifted out in space. Aboard it, a solitary Geat made the rounds, clanking with every step of its obsidian frame. The metal bird knew what was about to happen. The flight computer was damaged, and the thrusters would soon follow.
“System destabilization complete,” it droned, “re-entry in three point zero two minutes. Gamma… Gamma lonely. Gamma bored. Gamma calculating… Chances of survival minimal. Gamma join friends soon…”
And the Ark began to drop, into a little seaside village in the far end of a desert…
The Trial of Chip The Third 
Ah, an unexpected visitor into this current story! I like it a lot. As always, I can’t wait to find out what happens next!
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Oh god, that’s so sad D: Gamma seems so accepting of its fate, too.
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