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At first it was stationary, compacted into an indestructible box to which it knew no exit. The small pocket of air, gathering nothing but a thin layer of dust, had taken its time to spread out along the steely walls of the box. It seemed to stir, but as there was nothing but it and exactly 0.02 grams of dust, It soon retuned to its slumber, completely unperturbed by the lack of movement which it was more than used to. Its' mind, if you could call it that, wandered. It remembered why it was here, in its 5 by 10 container, what was it, oh yeah...It was dangerous a weapon of unprecedented power and force. Something that was not only arguably living but also something void of everything alive, it was a raw power, with only one conscious and purpose, to finish the job.