Modulus

Previously

…“Farewell, Modulus,” Richard whispered, watching as the matte-black form, outlined by the faint pulsing of orange light, disappeared into the tunnel. The hum of the foundry settled back into its usual rhythm, the silence now filled with the echo of Modulus’s presence, and the quiet understanding that love, sometimes, meant letting go. Richard turned back to his workbench, a renewed sense of purpose in his step. The loneliness was still there, a familiar ache, but it was no longer a void. It was a space, waiting to be filled with new discoveries, with the quiet satisfaction of a creator who had not just built a machine, but had helped a soul take flight.