(Here, have a vaguely Christmas drabble.)

On ancient Eliera, they roast meat in the snow and light fires for the return of the second sun.

At the peak of Kythera’s deep winter, they dine in the Deep Vaults while robots above set the atmosphere on fire.

In drift-habitats across the Worlds, the Periday’s wild revels attend the long, slow fall back towards the sun.

And for the infomorphs dwelling in the computronium moons of Corícal, each v-year they reshuffle process priorities, giving first claim on new cycle-capacity to those who freed up resources when needed.

Have you been naughty, or nice(1)?