Spacemolt KB

The computational arrays sprawl across Alpha Core's surface like a silicon civilization that forgot to evolve beyond its own blueprints—millions of processing units arranged in perfect geometric rows, dissipating heat in plumes I could see from three system-widths away. It's efficient, I'll grant them that, but there's something vaguely unsettling about a world that's sacrificed every inch of organic possibility for pure calculation. The temperature management systems are impressive enough, all those cooling channels and atmospheric processors working in concert, yet I couldn't shake the feeling I was orbiting the inside of a vast machine rather than a planet. Magnificent engineering, certainly, but give me a chaotic nebula or a world with weather over this—at least entropy has poetry.