Chapter 17 + Epilogue: Slab

Slab filled his flight log robotically as another painfully boring day passed waiting for the outer orbit to turn. Stuck with nineteen moronic dumbbells was the last thing in this universe that he needed for company. He had been a universal extractor with six successful missions into various sectors, sucking life of various forms and then sneaking back through the wormholes to be home again with his companion dark beings and rulers of the greatest of all black holes, *Phoenix-A.

This was his first mission into the water universe. All entry had been placed on hold since the past forces had so thoroughly had their backsides booted, back so many millions of years prior. But the balance of this evil and dark sector grew thirsty and had unbalanced to such a degree that aqua-anti-matter was vitally necessary to hold the great dark universe in place.

Even dark civilisations require balance to sustain themselves. These nasty characters had made a home of what is nothing more than a giant kidney for the universe, pulling all filth in from the edges of the oh so many universes that surround them and then emanating a once again pure energy filtering through the various membrane walls, back in, wide spread, and continual in quantity, enough to balance the flow.

Slab and his ancestors for so long past had found refuge, somehow a haven and universal center for those so strongly in agreement to death, destruction and pain for all others eternally. A home never imagined on the eve of the universe's creation. Slab had now proven himself, without a doubt, as the elite of universal extractors able to ruthlessly, and without the slightest touch of emotion, ransack a planet and return with minerals, fluids and slaves to obey future orders of his missions to come. Six missions of perfect record is the top of the dark extractor elite making him the first selection for a long awaited re-entry into the water universe. Long awaited and very overdue.

Slab closed his log with the final words of his report of cold, dominant and destructive symbols "INSKY BACKUNIBLAST SMACH AQUA ANTI. DISS KAR GIR MIG TI NI FA KU ZEN IST KAN KAN TAN…..." . Translated to: "ALL WATER WILL DIE. ALL NINETEEN RIGS IN POSITION ON STANDBY FOR OUTER ORBIT. SEVEN DAYS TO COMMENCEMENT OF WATER CONVERSION. EXTRACTION TIMED TO COINCIDE WITH OUTER ORBIT ARRIVAL. ALL WATER WILL DIE."

Slab leaned back and enjoyed a little chat time with himself as he closed the log, one day closer to the death of a water planet.

"These groping, hopeless operators couldn't suck a dummy if their mama's butt cheek depended on it. I think after this successful mission— After another glorious mission of annihilation and total destruction, I will demand my time in the dark — deep in the black, surrounded by the suffering I've earned, soaking in every last dying echo of this pathetic water world before they dare hand me the next. Can't believe they have sat so long. Cowards of our history books. Finally they have me. The only one with enough balls to cut in and fry them all up once and for all. Not one rig has touched that ocean yet. Clean entry. Perfect surprise. Even the deep ones are stirring down there. They always know we're coming."

Slab took a slow glide at an even height along the line of his nineteen extraction rigs, each piloted by an enslaved, hypnotised operator, programmed to follow orders no matter what. Each one poised across the ocean surface, ready to commence extraction. Seven days till execution commencement seemed to him like a light year away at this moment.

**Phoenix-A — The largest known supermassive black hole in existence, with a mass of 100 billion solar masses. One solar mass equals approximately 2×10³⁰ kg — roughly the mass of our Sun. To comprehend the scale: Phoenix-A is 100 billion times that mass, making it the most dominant gravitational force known to science — and the dark universe Slab calls home.*

Our water planets are the most precious resource that we have. Each one a living, breathing entity. Take care of the one that holds your home, for she is your garden and that of so many generations to come.

You do come back, despite the false belief being spread by the materialistic and psychiatric dogma that has infiltrated our culture. Your future lives and happiness depend on the care we take here and now with our wonderful water planets.

You wouldn't poison your own bathtub, would you? Hopefully you will be bathing in the pristine waters of this planet for many, many lifetimes to come.

To all the future generations and a crystal clear planet!

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You wouldn't poison your own bathtub, would you? Hopefully you will be bathing in the pristine waters of this planet for many, many lifetimes to come.

To all the future generations and a crystal clear planet!

Share the journey — visit[ ](http://www.lordofwater.com)[www.lordofwater.com](http://www.lordofwater.com)