Minds mascot in progress! I'll remake the entire head section so its less noisy when I have the time! There'll eventually also be a caption saying something like "The only bug we like!". ^-^//

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With a roar that shook the earth below, the humans descended from the heavens in their fire-breathing vessel. Steel met rock and the massive rockets of the Vagabond switched off one final time. The inhabitants of the ship were the first humans to arrive upon the life-bearing planet. The crew had orbited the cosmos for the past thousands of years at near light-speed. Generations had passed, less generations than there would have been had they traveled at a slower pace yet still, the crew were more than pleased to be of the Landers, that long-prophesied generation that would form the infrastructure of the great planetary civilisation to come. There were countless ships like the Vagabond, orbiting the cosmos at various speeds, yet the Vagabond was special: it had arrived first. What’s more, the ship’s destination had always been this planet, a solid rock harbouring a plethora of wildlife. The ship had passed many a life-bearing planet throughout its eternal orbit yet had never stopped: they couldn’t have. Long ago, their trajectory had been prearranged and preordained with with the inhuman, artificial, accuracy of a Major, a quasi-omnipotent A.I..
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With a roar that shook the earth below, the humans descended from the heavens in their fire-breathing vessel. Steel met rock and the massive rockets of the Vagabond switched off one final time. The inhabitants of the ship were the first humans to arrive upon the life-bearing planet. The crew had orbited the cosmos for the past thousands of years at near light-speed. Generations had passed, less generations than there would have been had they traveled at a slower pace yet still, the crew were more than pleased to be of the Landers, that long-prophesied generation that would form the infrastructure of the great planetary civilisation to come. There were countless ships like the Vagabond, orbiting the cosmos at various speeds, yet the Vagabond was special: it had arrived first. What’s more, the ship’s destination had always been this planet, a solid rock harbouring a plethora of wildlife. The ship had passed many a life-bearing planet throughout its eternal orbit yet had never stopped: they couldn’t have. Long ago, their trajectory had been prearranged and preordained with with the inhuman, artificial, accuracy of a Major, a quasi-omnipotent A.I..
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This piece just makes me happy when I look at it =^.^=

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