Cygan
22-03-2004, 05:04
Near the edges of the former Angmar, Daedalia Planum, replicators chewed their way through metal and rock, storing away high technology like packrats wherever they found it.
But a problem arose. Never before had so many such beings been used in one place and at one time. Sheer numbers made errors... probable. As the replicators destroyed the former missile compounds, error compounded generation after generation, with no way to stop it, until one, then two, then four were completely oblivious to their intended purpose. They only made more of themselves, and, unable any longer to recognize the former models as their own kind and vice versa, began to compete to destroy each other, transforming the subarean speleoscape into the realization of Grey Goo....
But a problem arose. Never before had so many such beings been used in one place and at one time. Sheer numbers made errors... probable. As the replicators destroyed the former missile compounds, error compounded generation after generation, with no way to stop it, until one, then two, then four were completely oblivious to their intended purpose. They only made more of themselves, and, unable any longer to recognize the former models as their own kind and vice versa, began to compete to destroy each other, transforming the subarean speleoscape into the realization of Grey Goo....