Into the Wastes of the Tower

The computer takes its samples, blood, air, soil, and i remain still while it scans my brain. According to the scans we had taken when we arrived, it goes deep, a great sea urchin spire,. The spikes jut out and skyward from its length. As far down as we could detect, what we've been able to unearth so far is just a fraction mud encrusted and swarmed over by a static haze of excavator bots. Maybe it's that movement, or the strange smoothness of the visible places where the uppermost spines connect the tower, but the whole thing looks to be almost organic. I can't force down a marrow

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