[NS]The Vis Machinae
25-11-2006, 03:09
It was a time of great jubilation. The tech-priests gathered around the Titans, singing machine-code hymns to their Machine-Spirits. Activated Titan war-machines lurked in the background, lined up to move into the Vessel for transport.
The Avatar of the Machine-God sat watching, feeling the power in his systems growing from the hyms. His own consciousness joined in the chant.
War is our purpose. Logic is our nature. Existance is irrational. Logic, therefore, is the end, logic is Death. Our nature, therefore, is death. We are Machine, we are Power, we are the True Function, the embodiment of the purpose of the Machine. War is our purpose...
Onward and onward the hymn went, until all of the Titans had been loaded aboard the Vessel. The Vessel's ancient Machine-Spirit gently transferred itself through space, into the Avatar. "I am Ready" it whispered. "I understand" the Machine-God spoke back.
The Vessel's spirit set a course for the Hydran system within Chronosian space, to deliver its cargo. Three-Hundred and Twenty-Three Titan demi-god-machines, based on the STC 'Castigator' and the work of over five hundred years of solitude, were to be given to Chronosia, so that wars of annihilation will follow, and the Purpose of the Machine would be fufilled. Destruction of all that is irrational, and the rise of Metal over Flesh and logic over illogic.
As the Vessel's spirit moved past the only other space-platform, a salvaged ship caught by the guns of the Avatar while it was in orbit, and recieved a signal.
"May the Machine-God bless you, for you are moving to help those whom we do not understand. They represent the power of the Immaterium, and Machines are functional only in the Material realm. With their combined strengths...Machine-Spirits, pity those whom you kill in the name of Logic, because they stand no chance."
The Avatar of the Machine-God sat watching, feeling the power in his systems growing from the hyms. His own consciousness joined in the chant.
War is our purpose. Logic is our nature. Existance is irrational. Logic, therefore, is the end, logic is Death. Our nature, therefore, is death. We are Machine, we are Power, we are the True Function, the embodiment of the purpose of the Machine. War is our purpose...
Onward and onward the hymn went, until all of the Titans had been loaded aboard the Vessel. The Vessel's ancient Machine-Spirit gently transferred itself through space, into the Avatar. "I am Ready" it whispered. "I understand" the Machine-God spoke back.
The Vessel's spirit set a course for the Hydran system within Chronosian space, to deliver its cargo. Three-Hundred and Twenty-Three Titan demi-god-machines, based on the STC 'Castigator' and the work of over five hundred years of solitude, were to be given to Chronosia, so that wars of annihilation will follow, and the Purpose of the Machine would be fufilled. Destruction of all that is irrational, and the rise of Metal over Flesh and logic over illogic.
As the Vessel's spirit moved past the only other space-platform, a salvaged ship caught by the guns of the Avatar while it was in orbit, and recieved a signal.
"May the Machine-God bless you, for you are moving to help those whom we do not understand. They represent the power of the Immaterium, and Machines are functional only in the Material realm. With their combined strengths...Machine-Spirits, pity those whom you kill in the name of Logic, because they stand no chance."