Chapter 8: Chaos is a myth 3...
- Mouse Cat
- Apr 3
- 2 min read
Ephesians 5: 1-10
“Therefore be imitators of God as dear children. And walk in love, as Christ also has loved us and given Himself for us, an offering and a sacrifice to God for a sweet smelling aroma. But fornication and all uncleanness or covetousness, let it not even be named among you, as is fitting for saints; neither filthiness, nor foolish talking, nor coarse jesting, which are not fitting, but rather giving of thanks. For this you know, that no fornicator, unclean person, nor covetous man, who is an idolater, has any inheritance in the kingdom of Christ and God. Let no one deceive you with empty words, for because of these things the wrath of God comes upon the sons of disobedience. Therefore do not be partakers with them. For you were once darkness, but now you are light in the Lord. Walk as children of light (for the fruit of the Spirit is in all goodness, righteousness, and truth), finding out what is acceptable to the Lord.”
“What is your primary function?” Moose asks. The question hangs in the air, suspended, a star dancing, twinkling a moment. Cbot’s gears quietly whir and buzz with soft hum.
“My primary function is companionship.” The bot’s eyes blink once, slow and deliberate, the bright green glow softening to a faint, almost gentle flicker. She tilts her head slightly, then looks past Moose’s shoulder, scanning the shadows behind him with quiet vigilance. “Secondary function: security.”
“Security?” Moose rubs his chin, fingers brushing the 5 o’clock shadow scruff that has appeared. He had been away from the ship for longer than expected. His brow furrows deep, a shadow crossing his face as the word settles heavy between them. The alley suddenly feels narrower, the distant hum of the city sharper, like something unseen just took a step closer.
Cbot suddenly bursts into movement. Her arms flare, her cloak drapes dramatically out of the way. Movement, quick, fluid, a tsunami tide of precision, the bot’s body shifts, clicks and changes. With a few clacks an arsenal of weapons emerge from hidden compartments in her frame. “Your security.”
“Hm,” Moose wrinkles his nose. It is an impressive arsenal. Lethal and non-lethal weapons, a couple of pistols, a staff. “Here isn’t the best place to do this. Let’s make our way back to the ship.”
Proverbs 22: 1-6
“A good name is to be chosen rather than great riches, loving favor rather than silver and gold. The rich and the poor have this in common, the LORD is the maker of them all. A prudent man foresees evil and hides himself, but the simple pass on and are punished. By humility and the fear of the LORD are riches and honor and life. Thorns and snares are in the way of the perverse; he who guards his soul will be far from them. Train up a child in the way he should go, and when he is old he will not depart from it.”
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