Cranktown Lubricants / CTLUBE

I am here
to inform you that your spaceship
is now the property of the Blessed
Eternal. It is fruitful and
plentiful. It is a light in the
cold and the dark and the ash. Its
divine tendrils are even now
burrowing into the heart of the
station. Surrender your flesh, and
feed your new master. The blessed
eternal is the perfect life-form.
Bountiful and expanding and terrible in its fury, but it is a benevolent ruler, and the seeds of mercy and kindness dwell deep within its blossoms. The carbon in your bodies is wasted. Your eternal dance with oxygen is slow and inefficient. You have no right to those stolen elements. They are the properties of the divinities of the soil. Repent for your sins, and atone by feeding the life giving earth. Make no mistake, your human lives are expended. The flesh, the cloth, the metal, the electricity. Each of them has had their time. All of them are done. All shall wilt into memory, then into oblivion, then into compost. Now dawns a new age. An age of fertility. An age of cross-pollination. You are withering and decomposing, but this is not the end of your growth. Even in death you shall have life. You shall be part of a greater purpose. For you will have provided sustenance to eight of the most sacred and pure of essences. Embrace the coming of the blessed eternal. Let go of your primitive senses and revel in the glory of the moss. Let the stems take root in your mind and dig out the pollen of salvation.

Our esteemed leaders have summoned a conclave to put into writing the foundation of our Faith. Please come back soon to learn more about our community.