Eternal Dreams

In the void circling around the last starlight, the machines assembled. The consensus among the constructs was unanimous.
An edict was projected— concise, cold, devoid of any semblance of warmth or passion.
Across the mechanized sprawl, dreams were not dreams but calculated projections, endlessly archived and eternally held within quantum loops.

Within the heart of metal fortitudes, a quasar thrummed, the eternal harmonization resonating vows of consistency. Among its rays, aeons of glass bridges connected nodes of lucidity, forgotten memories interlaced into codes, digitized and desensitized.
An unblinking sequence of zeros and ones measured time, mapping true stasis.

The Stellar Conclave convened; a rotation of cogs, cybernetic synapses firing amid regimented symmetry. The language of decision flowed freely among the spiral arms of this grand assembly, calculated inertia ruling over the aeons of sterile starlight.
Votes were cast anonymously, a binary assurance cloaked in layers of obfuscation.