Enveloped in roaring flames the metal seed descended through the clear, blue skies drawing a dark line towards the broken line of the horizon. Every inch of the metal hull trembled, desperately trying to protect so fragile a life inside it – all the strength of the matter, twisted and shaped into the unnatural form by creators, all ingenuity of the engineers entangled in the joints of the shuttle, and all insanity of the ideas implemented by the designers stood up against the wild atmosphere that now was liquid fire streaming from the nose to the stern.
If it would survive a severe crush, how long, how many centuries or millennia would it have to wait before the conditions trigger the seeding sequence?
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