Upon B460::Delivery

GAY. One of my better pieces, I think. IS IT LOVE, OR IS IT PENIS-ENVY????

I, 512, saluted the Ninth Cloud Wrath, AKA Nimbus, as he entered the bridge of the B460::Delivery.
  "At ease, 512," said Ninth Cloud Wrath in a deep bass. "We've work to do today. Let us get it done quickly."
  "Yes, sire."
  "Our destination is the last orbiting planet of the 14th system in the Drein Group. Our mission will be straight and simple; we will crush the local defense systems before planting the Seed," Ninth Cloud Wrath explained. He seated himself upon the repulsor-field throne, generated by a pentagram etched into the ground by the acid blood of the Jraulir.
  "At once, sire," I said. I skated through the air upon my repulsors, reaching out with all four of my mechanical arms to calibrate the mood of the B460. I took care in calculating exactly the stream-consciousness; the B-series of the Delivery were fickle if the Streampilot was not sincere. Electrons raced through my primary CPU, sending signals to the holographic drive to generate the destination within my brain. I streamed the clear picture into the B460 mainframe, and it quickly validated my brainprint before analyzing the holograph data. I extended my rear arms to soothe the machine as my forward arms moved my fingers nimbly across the input boards, rewiring the mainframe as it required.
  "It is done, sire," I said, as I unlinked from the mainframe, lost its warmth. Residual signals within my brain quickly dispersed.
  Behind me, Ninth Cloud Wrath beckoned the control panel forward with a flick of his wrist, pull of the finger. It hovered through the air promptly, and he extracted a dial, which he turned with ease, his hand hovering half a foot away from the actual machine. He reinserted the authorization dial into the control panel, and it hummed for a moment. Suddenly, the main screen of the bridge lit up, and the picture of a blob of white and trace amounts of other colours appeared. The view quickly zoomed in to bear upon a tiny star system. An eight of a parsec away from the star was a brilliant mass of planetary debris. Just outside of the clouds was a single planet - the last planet orbiting the 14th system of the Drein Group. Beyond it were the remnants of five other planets, mostly gas giants. There was a blasted, unimportant dwarf planet on the edge of the solar system.
  Ninth Cloud Wrath nodded, his hand stroking the darkness beneath his hood. "Impressive, 512. That was fast."
  In my CPU... no, holo'drive... somewhere, a rogue spark.
  "...Sire?"
  Ninth Cloud Wrath waved his hand. The dark behemoth of a figure shifted in the repulsor-field. His gravel-and-blood voice, "Approach the planet, optimal orbit radius for deployment of Soul Flayers; standard procedure."
  I turned in the air and bowed in affirmation. Linking up to the B460 mainframe again, the stream-consciousness was alive once more. Vehemence, fractured hate, scorn and distaste; a fleet of eight Soul Flayers emerged from the depths of B460::Delivery and sped toward the planet surface. They were like spiked gyroscopes of obelisk, spinning menacingly, as if drilling through the air. An amusing fact: the weapons of the Soul Flayers were the primal, barbaric drill tips of the central energy crystals, and the Soul Flayers were indeed like drills. The Fleet had named the weapons "Skull Drills."
  The obelisk rings floated towards the planet, black specks upon an otherwise unmarred and green-blue marble of a planet. Ninth Cloud Wrath now watched intently. I fuelled more into the mainframe; visions of carnage, bloodshed, death, destruction, were sent through the stream-consciousness. The ship hummed in approval. My holo'drive was reaching peak performance levels. My arms adjusted to compensate for the heat output.
  Ninth Cloud Wrath pointed at the screen with a talon. "Now, we watch." The marble of a planet rotated on and on.
  "Yes, sire."
  The picturesque planet was suddenly marred by pinpricks of red appearing scattered across the surface of the planet. Five dots over the blue water, three over the green land. The fine red spots grew, like growing puddles of water, like scars and fissures across the land. It looked as if blood was spurting out of the planet itself. Slowly, black fissure lines spidered across the globe, fingers wrapping around a precious ball.
  The mainframe sent a package of data to me. The Soul Flayers had completed their task. They were returning now. I replied to the ship in confirmation.
  "Beautiful work, 512. Yet again, you prove to be a provider of excellent service."
  I felt my internal temperature rising again, had to release two more control rods.
  "Th-thank you, sire." My sound drive was pausing, as though breaks were in my circuitry that forced the electron streams to leap across the conduits. My CPU flagged various internal components as problematic, and archived several data entries.
  "Finish it," prompted the Ninth Cloud Wrath.
  I nodded, and focused despair, nihilism, suicide, oblivion, the saving throw, into the mainframe. The entire ship purred, the deepest of reverberations throughout the spacecraft, pleasure. A gray, nondescript, spiked mass of metal shot forth from the B460::Delivery, and it wormed through space and time, distorting the view of the planet that it overlayed onscreen. In a few seconds, the spiked metal ball could no longer be detected. And then, the planet was as though underwater - it was phased and flickering, wavering in its existence. As though a light wind had picked it up, the flimsy planet drifted through space, its ties with the physical realm dramatically weakened. It was dragged into the star of the 14th system of the Drein Group.
  Time passed. The heat within my system obfuscated time measurements. Time warped. Seconds into minutes, days into hours, and hours into months. And then, months into seconds?...
  At last the paper planet reached the sun. Both began to sink inwards, upon themselves. Star and planet alike crumpled, then, winked out of existence. Nothing remained.
  Silence in the ship.
  "512," said Ninth Cloud Wrath.
  "..."
  "This has been your most spectacular mission yet. You cannot deny it."
  "...Th-Thank you, s-sire. You are generous." The heat was beginning to cause all internal readings to oscillate erroneously.
  "512, you may refer to me as Nimbus."
  Immediately, my back was straight, I whipped around. My four arms clacked awkwardly against each other. My eyes were wide. "Ni-... Ah, sire, I am not worthy!" The sound driver was outputting clouds of rogue sparks, and the vocal speakers produced a peculiar, high-pitched voice. "I... I'm not worthy." My head dropped, I averted my gaze.
  "No, 512. You are very worthy. You know yourself that the B-series is impossible to handle. Or, it should, is supposed, to be impossible to handle, fickle. Ah, but, no, 512. You have serviced my ship with utmost quality. Hear how she purrs. The wastelands you have produced... 512... You are worthy."
  I looked up at Ninth-... Nimbus. "Sire, Nimbus, I am... so... deeply... honoured, privileged!" I could only barely make out the shape of Nimbus through the haze of heat and distortion.
  "512, you have been truly gifted with a remarkable brainprint," said Nimbus, strong and deep as the powers of darkness were. "You have a great and terrible future ahead of you. Look forward to it; there will be plenty of worlds for you to destroy, and many other Cloud Wraths who would be honoured themselves to have you aboard their crew. I have utmost respect for you, 512."
  My servos whirred audibly as I trembled and moved with clouds of rogue sparks dancing within my robotic shell. The CPU dictated a full diagnosis and debugging would be required.
  "Truly, truly remarkable, 512." Nimbus' hand was then on my shoulder. "Childmachine, you will become the greatest Streampilot the universe will ever know. I am the one who is privileged." He bent down to kiss my forehead. Such an ultimate act of humble blessing moved me to come apart, and traces of my human soul leaked through my heartcage. I knelt down, incapable of describing my feelings, though the fiery heat of my body began to escape.
  "512, the universe is your jewel. Take care of it."
  "Yes... Nimbus. I will not forget... I will not forget any of it."