Rita looked at the little cubes that stubbornly refused to form a perfect cube no matter how they arranged themselves.
"Do you absolutely need something to fill the remaining spaces?"
All the tiny cubes nodded in unison.
Rita found herself in a difficult position.
She didn't want to simply toss some random item inside to make up the numbers.
Just like the Game Invasion illustration composed of ten thousand puzzle pieces, every piece carried equal weight.
Within that painting rested an entire world.
This cube should be the same.
She could already sense what was stored inside the existing blocks.
The whispers of the Prisoners.
These were the murmurs that had echoed through every prison cell over the course of three full epochs.
The voices of every race.
Every living being.
Even B80's whispers were among them.
After all, it too had been imprisoned for three epochs.
When the prisons unlocked and became worlds, the Prisoners still had not achieved complete freedom.
