Lust in space (Mr. Lonely and Malmshodes)

[malmshodes]

Time. Time was irrelevant where there was endless black, and not a star around for as far as light could travel to prove the passage of days. All that had any meaning in the dark recess of the far corners of the universe was sensations. A drift in the endless void there was a silver coffin which was large enough to carry an entire civilization, but there was no civilization, only something bored, and in need of many sensations. With the single press of a button, from a slithering tentacle, hope for an end to the boredom was given birth. The signal blasted through the darkness, screaming for anything capable of giving help to do so.