Transformative Global Meltdown


Written by Septia.


It was a Tuesday when the shadow fell over earth. The week was well underway, people across the world gathered water, went to work, squabbled. The planet’s nature thrived, forests and savannah alike teeming with life. Everything existing in its own little bubble, its own context and environment. The shadow changed all that. The shadow that fell over earth – eclipsing the sun – and covered the lands in darkness. They were no longer separate ecosystems, for under the shadow they were united: a deer in the headlights. With astronomical scale of such an anomaly, few could comprehend the gravity of what cast such a shadow upon earth. As it approached, some said they saw light, a brilliant pale shimmer radiating from it, but what could cast a shadow, and yet be a source of light? The tides turned. Gravity shifted and bent as the anomaly approached. One could gauge its distance, when the very atmosphere of the planet buckled… Then, it, was upon earth. Island nations and the pacific ocean were snuffed out in the initial thrust, enveloped and bulldozed by the sheer mass of the interstellar object. But the rest of the world felt the consequences: Floods and earthquakes ruptured the continents under the pressure. Entire cities were engulfed by the earth as a fractal pattern of fractures ruptured the mantle. Yet other buildings and forests rose off their foundations in the warped gravity, a greater galactic body constricting the earth into its gravitational pull. The planet's surface ravaged by seismic activity that shook mountains and razed biomes. Yet more of it would be bulldozed by the anomaly clasping in around it, as the earth was drawn deeper into the shadow's abyss. 
	Unicron observed as the green and blue planet sank into the pic oft of his automaton dick, the glistening metal surface warping over the edges of the world, pinched like a walnut, as it descended into his mast. 
	“There is no resistance,” The cosmic giant spoke, his tone too vacant to make it a threat, merely stating facts. His cock throbbed as peristalsis brought the planet deeper. The crunch of the mantel sundering as the planet was engulfed into the confines of the automaton's cock. 
	“Mmmm… gnn-… Mmm…” Unicron mused, savouring the sense of satisfaction brought through his mast as the earth took its place down the erect mass. The small nudges of civilizations crumbling to dust under the grind, the muted, brief tensions of stimulus it brought through his shaft. He savoured it. As little as there was to savour. Alone, this spec of dust in his universe was not even a pebble, but together with the other six planets his dick had devoured so far… maybe, just maybe… they would be enough to satiate the grand machine's lust. 
	“Mmmmmr…” The drone of the cosmic giant rippled across space-time, a hum disrupting that of the universe. There was no indication of earth left on his mast, only Unicron knew the earth was tumbling down his dick, picking up on the faint vibrations, some of the last contributions this world would provide to the universe. Everything, snuffed out for momentary satisfaction. For now… 


The earth tumbled through the world-ender's cock, squeezing the orb oblate through the shaft. An opening appeared for the planet, and it sank through the hatch of organic metal. Those housed upon the surface of the planet who still had air to breathe and ground to stand on, would be greeted by a sky of illuminated cyan. Their planet floated in a dense liquid, radiating out a sharp glare, so bright that the whole chamber could be seen with the naked eye. Within the automaton's resource converter, the ample sack housed underneath its dick, there were a host of other worlds. Rocky heavenly bodies that bobbed in the glowing substance, together with earth. Others which laid covered in verdant greens, rusted granite, and violet wilds. Each and every one a sacrifice paid to this galactic emperor, a tribute to his satisfaction. Doomed, and beyond salvation. 


Unicron stimulated his dick receptors, draining the satisfaction he nourished from the dying worlds and harboured it in his shaft, slowly pumping to grind his meteoric member into gear. Six would be enough this time, just barely. 
	“Haa…,” the automaton mused, pumping his shaft as he proclaimed one order upon the worlds held hostage in his balls, “Melt.” 


The gurgle of primal astral forces deafened the converter chamber. And the roil began. The solar sea of robotic sludge surged, carrying earth high on the waves. It tossed the planets around in their quakes, until order was found… the flood of cyan sludge revolved within the sack, drawing the planets with it, forging an orbit in the fluid. The planets folded into place in the spiral, forming their own miniature galaxy, at the center of which rested the deep dark pit, the drain into the depths of Unicron's energon bio-plasma. And as the planets neared it with every rotation, they began to sink… As their nadir melted away in the corroding sludge. The molten rock spreading en mass through swirls, spirals of the sacrificed planets revolving out in tendrils of dust; these eroded limbs were the only remnants of worlds. 
	Earth spun closer, revolving along the spiral towards its center. Fast, faster… the cracked mantel ramped up traction, tearing the earth through to its core, crumbling and displaced. It crumbled from the inside out as it churned in the wave of Unicron's presence. It was not the death of a person, a city, a culture, or even a civilization, for the utter end of earth as it boiled in the demigod's spunk, was the erasure of history in its totality. 
	“Mmm… mmm…” Unicron droned as he massaged his shaft, playing the stimulus receptacles as a well honed instrument. In the grand scale of things, the planets served little purpose, a garnish to his own ability. But, one was to savour the little things, it was the spice of life. 
	Unicron felt his tanks slopping full, the ancient astral behemoth attaining his climax. A muted moan making its way through his vocal box as the sludge surged through his mast… “Mmfmw… mmmm…” 
	-Chhrrrlrlpttwhwpghsl- The splatter echoed throughout the stars, the swollen domes on Unicorn's mast travelling up his shaft and unleashed in blossoming loads of glistening spunk, the greasy rest products from conversion, and even the majority of the planetary bodies themselves unleashed in a hose of congealed globs. Each particle of moisture broad enough to encompass a country, and the unfurling tentacle of luminant sludge coiled through space in loops and swirls. A milky way of masticated worlds. 
	“Aaaah…” Unicron sighed, teasing and brushing his mast as he attempted to register and savour the pleasure, unloading the wasted worlds back into the universe as his own energon plasma. 
	“Satisfying…,” he vocalized, as he turned away from the gravity free gunk floating through space ahead, “enough…” he added. Unicron turned his back on the boiled worlds, floating back through the haze of the universe. His presence pulling planets and stars themselves out of their orbits in his gravitational attraction, it mattered not if they crashed into him. Planets, asteroids, debris… it was all dust to him. 
	The sludge that had been six living planets scattered to into space. Some were caught in the pull of stars and planets nearby, torched to ashes in their atmosphere. Most was left rogue, ferried through the vacuum of space. Perhaps, one day, it would meet upon another solar system, another planet cluster, other objects in the astral bodies. But in the great emptiness, it was far more likely it would be forever adrift; remembered by no one, forgotten by themselves.