With the soul removed, there was finally peace. Perfect, soothing silence in his head that wouldn’t distract Spamton from the quiet symphony of static his Tenna emitted. Just for a little while, Spamton could pretend the Soul didn’t exist. The two settled back in place, Tenna pulled a blanket up over Spamton’s shoulders and let static overtake his screen once more.
It didn’t take long at all for the puppet to fall doze off. Spamton relished in the silence he had been given. Deep, slow breaths, his mind focused on the static hum until it eventually lulled him to sleep.
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Chapter 2 of Titan Rising: A Quiet Symphony of Static















