Image description: the silhouette of a single pilot sized rounded insectoid mech craft crawling to the right, up the base of a thick cable leading up and out into space, against a skeletal mechanical backdrop of struts, platforms and makeshift enclosures all protruding from a dark cliff on the left. Like the cable in the foreground, everything in the distance seems to be falling up and away, as if gravity here is organised differently. The spacescape stretches from the furthest viewable point above to where the shadow of tech obscures everything below. What looks like two suns blaze white tinged with blue, one huge below its dimmer sister. The only true colour comes from the cockpit of the bug-like vehicle which, against all expectation, contains a sleeping infant. Warmed by red heating lights, the baby skin glows in the display of digital readouts on the glass which show everything from their vital signs to radiation patterns. In the void there is no day & no night which suits a baby’s sleep schedule perfectly. The baby sleeps when they want. When the child sleeps, BG4 focuses on other things, running diagnostics & crawling cables to free zones & wrecks to scavenge leftover proteins to break down & integrate into his feed liquid, augmenting his recycled waste & the rapidly dwindling biofuel pods recovered from the last collision.
More #art of my mech bug parent/guardian of a baby in the shredded side of a techno reef between two black holes. Check the alt text for a prose description to go along with this image x #handdrawn #noai #lifeonthereef
