Within the huge tunnels honeycombing Ceres, Fren sat, placing strands of gold throughout a lightweight crystalline structure that he formed from piles of minerals and a stone bowl of seawater. A sail of lichen attached to one end of his creation would catch the never-ceasing breezes far below the surface to create electricity and provide mobility.
Standing, the space lizard held his finished work in one hand. He touched the nexus of the circuitry with a toe nerve spur. His mind reached for his AI. “Slen, you are grown now, you must live on your own. I will raise and care for your baby.”