Cold Silence Orbital Cannon

Beep beep beep beep.

NB19920414, the Superhuman responsible for maintaining the Nineteenth Cold Silence Death Orbital Cannon, stared at the energy consumption notice on the Central Control Screen. Tendrils of light formed from his mental radiance drifted in the air.

He stood there in a daze for quite a while.

"No target information report attached?"

It was no wonder he was so baffled.

Ever since the ancient war, maintaining the Cold Silence Death Orbital Cannon had been a sinecure. It wasn't put to use again until modern times, when Superdiver soldiers were dispatched to establish a Cataclysm Civilization. But the materials needed to make the guidance compound were the same as those required to open a Space-Time rift.

As a result, during the long time NB19920414 had spent on duty, he had only activated it a handful of times.

And whenever the Cold Silence Orbital Cannon was summoned and activated, a target's basic information file always came with the guidance signal. That had happened every time before. So what was going on now?

Clack, clack, clack.

On a desolate stretch of Superbody Star's surface, shrouded in Alpha's volatile energy, a deafening black opening emerged after the grinding of heavy metal gears. A gigantic device resembling a syringe slowly extended from within.

It wasn't made of metal, but of some kind of advanced carbon fiber, seemingly light yet sturdy. A faint blue, fantastical glow shone from its needle tip.

Szzzzzz.

Voom.

After a brief charge, the Cold Silence Death Orbital Cannon fired. A mesmerizing streak, laden with the promise of death, shot into the dark reaches of space, following the guidance signal toward a point on the vast, ocher-yellow celestial body.

The entire process was automated.

During this brief interval, NB19920414 had a chance to intervene manually. In the end, however,