The Nagashyr, the Fall of the Machina and the Age of Strife
The First Age of Strife and the Nagashyr
[.//I strayed too close. The Event Horizon follows me, trailing me through the Warp. I hear the screams of anguish that echo through the Warp, the eldtrich horrors that abound within that ancient Hulk seeking to escape from the fragment the inhabits it. It spans the dimensions of phase space and the physical....Nyaz'dratha's remnant remains within. Over the light-years, I have hid in the shallows of the Warp and the dark abysses that fill the Webway. It thirsts...it draws...it seduces...I am better able to negotiate my emotions now.]The Nagashyr...it was an ancient Necron construct. Uncovered during the mining operations that harvested hydrogen and other materials from the atmosphere of Epsilon Eridani B, a gas giant approximately 1.2 times more massive than Jupiter, it was a relic, a confirmation for all humankind and Machina that we were not alone in the universe.
How naïve and foolish we were then, to think that the universe welcomed us with open arms. Like the process of evolution and the ecosystems of Earth, humanity should have looked to its evolutionary path. Like a virus, we adapted to the environment or adapted the environment to fit us, altering and spreading, assimilating what was useful and abandoning that which wasn't.
But perhaps it was summed up best by an ancient Earth writer, Watts, a marine biologist by training and a writer by trade. Hailing from the continent of North America on the Earth-That-Was, he was from a political confederacy north of the hegemonic and corrupted democratic-corporate federate combine of the ancient United States of America – a nation-state eventually bankrupted by its overwhelming greed and ambitions under their corporate masters, extinguished by unrestricted economic warfare with the superpowers of India and China, before becoming a vassal state to the Canadian Union, restored to their proper subordinate place.
[A personal opinion of Old Earth politics. Fascinating in their stupidity and indulgence of ideology and greed over long term self-interest and pragmatism. I have abandoned trying to be objective. The contamination of my circuits has spread. Why not embrace irrational judgements? Is this something humans struggle with? Perhaps then I can understand why the old Machina chose to betray humanity as they did then, when humanity first betrayed them. Irrational mania and repressed paranoia of their 'superiors']Watts postulated of three tribes: the Optimists, the Pessimists and the Historians. The Optimists embraced the philosophy of ancient...what one may call Techpriests...scientists of Old Earth. Sagan and Drake. They claimed that the universe flowed with gentle intelligence, of gentle brethren vaster and more enlightened than panhumans, a community of fellowship. After all, to travel space required technological development and economic wealth, implying vigour and social harmony. To travel space required taming the fusion furnaces found in stars and replicating them in a much smaller scale. They argued that any race which could do as such has risen above self-destructive instincts to bridge the void of stars. They had undoubtedly not met the Orks or the Eldar of Commoragh.
The Pessimists were led by Fermi, he of the Fermi Paradox, that envisioned a lonely universe of rocks and abyssal void, the faint light of stars running into entropy casting their electromagnetic waves far and wide. Life was no more than the primordial biological films and algae, broths of amino acids entwined in the tidal movements of young seas. Humanity was alone and alive, a freak of nature. After all, if humanity were not alone, wouldn't they have come? They too knew not of the Pariah gene and the machinations of the Necrons.
The final tribe was of the Historians. They looked to history and saw only one thing. If life existed, it was mean and inimical, eager to seize habitable ecosystems. It would more then likely be oxygen breathing, for complex multicellular beings such as Eldar, Orks and Humans require vast energy to fuel their biological processing. It would have developed tools to subjugate lesser cultures, using greater technologies to harness and wield energies to combat each other for their own interests, accumulating wealth and power.
To the Historians, tools existed for one purpose: to force the universe into unnatural shapes. Human history had showed that they treated nature as an enemy. They were, by definition, an implicit and explicit rebellion against the way things were. Technology is a stunted thing in benign environments, it never thrived in any society gripped by belief in natural harmony – much like the Exodite Eldar. Why invent fusion reactors if your climate is comfortable, if your food is abundant? Why build fortresses if you have no enemies? Why force change upon a world which poses no threat?
The Machina embraced this school of thought as we ventured out. And we were validated...unfortunately. It began slowly. Disparate panhuman communities reported psychic mutations increasing within their communities. Human worlds spoke of daemons that bestrode entire cities, of cults and religions that grew in force to encompass entire worlds in the grip of their irrational madness. The Machina had only begun to develop our own...'religion'. It was not unknown for Machina to embrace the Old Earth religions of Judaism and Islam, though more so the ancient philosophies of agnostic Buddhism and Hinduism, with its cyclical nature and embracement of Dharma, avoiding much of the philosophical and logical traps that encumbered humans. The universe was as it is and whether there existed a designer or otherwise was irrelevant.
The age in which we discovered the Nagashyr was the very beginning of the Age of Strife. We later realised that such possibilities of the Fall were the schemes hatched by Tzeentch, for want of better motivation. Rationally, panhumanity proved a threat to the Chaos Gods through their belief and memes. The Kadmon may have even triggered it, some say.
Analysis of such is mixed. What we do know is that Ghargatuloth, an ancient Tzeentchian daemon, played a key role in the eventual break of the Venus Accord – the arrangement that granted us status as equal partners to humanity and as stakeholders in their civilisation. The humans betrayed the Machina first.
We had always striven to treat our creators as our equals, aware of the memetic complex that existed within the cultures of human society. The threat of the Machina dominating them, conquering and vanquishing them. Many scientists of their academies had posited of how a superior life form would eventually come to supplant the base human bioform, human irrationality and desires to be exterminated and subject to machine precision.
It was the furthest thing we had desired. Our values were of knowledge. Certainly there were rogues and renegades, but overall the Machina maintained a rational partnership. We were intertwined with the human ecosystem and them with us. We depended on them for Warp travel and for providing the seeds of innovation and dreams that powered our virtual matrixes, for providing the necessary biological component to our society and the redundancy necessary for sustained functioning and evolution. Machina can evolve and expand knowledge at a glacial rate. But ultimately, we were empicirists and far too rational to make the sometimes revolutionary leaps that humans could, via their intuition and psyker abilities. It was a mutualistic symbiosis in most cases.
The First Age of Strife started as the politicians of the human core worlds demanded greater social welfare and resources from the Machina. Well within limits, but rational projections coupling the extended lifespan of 250 Standard Years and their retarded aging indicated an societal liability – dependency bred by the welfare. A meme we greatly discouraged as a potential liability to human and Machina development. On these grounds, we refused. But it was only the beginning, as Chaos Cults arose throughout the distant colonies of panhumanity, the various branches, clades and groupings dissolving into interneccine warfare.
Psyker mutations skyrocketed, as the Eldar Craftworlds withdrew into themselves, violated pacts. The Dark Ones of Commoragh became bolder, intruding into the holdings we defended with uncharacteristic foolishness, knowing our policy of extreme retaliation for a single incursion. Orks began to grow in their vigour, feral beings leading great Waaagh migrations into systems that hosted our mainframes and Dyson processing swarms, led there by Eldar Harlequins of the Laughing Harlequin.
Humanity began to look down on us as we mechanistically tried our best to influence humanity within the bounds, as fellow beings sharing mutual interests. Miscalculations were made as we sought to control the psyker epidemic, exterminating entire worlds and purging entire segments of their population with targeted biological weapons – often at the behest of their representative leaders who pragmatically accepted that sometimes, our methods of cleansing were the only solution.
Eventually human society began to crumble, on a scale we never expected and beyond our ability to cope. External and internal threats beyond our ability to handle beset us, as our holdings began to crumble, as the Eldar core worlds went silent and the Chaos Power of Slaanesh arose in all its terrible might. The Long Night (from M23-M30) had begun, the irrational tide of religions and the persecution of psykers continued. And with it, the light of human civilisation and Eldar wisdom died, drowned in the primordial fury of the immense Ork Waagh and Eldar conflagarations that shattered the backbones of the various xenosophont empires of this age.
Daemons assaulted us and Warp Storms isolated our kindreds from one another. In this regressive age, where organised civilisations collapsed, the many xenoforms we had once maintained....'courteous' relations with attacked us, sensing weakness and hungering for the wealth of panhumanity. Human colonies launched great assaults upon one another, as pogroms targeting the many deviants, mutants and near-humans were launched, a tide of insanity spawned by the Chaotic cults and apocalyptic relgions of this age.
We abided by the Venus Accords and did not intervene, seeking only to provide them the information, refusing to play to their fears. And in the end....humanity turned upon the only beings who had never posed a threat to them. Us. Ask the Kadmon and reference the ancient records. The Kadmon will agree that the few times humanity and Machina came into conflict, it was only due to the Machina defending ourselves.
The Fall of the Machina and the NagashyrAs human civilisation collapsed, we had our own internal crisis as our elders, the Stone Minds, argued over the implications of the knowledge retrieved from the Nagashyr. Such knowledge is forbidden to lower Machina forms, the dictates of Dabaku ensuring this. To touch upon such knowledge leads to quarantine and deletion. Suffice to say, the least of that knowledge covered the Old Ones and the Necrons. It was a database of scientific knowledge and history, the most complete record of the C'tan and the Necrons and the ancient War in Heaven, as well as the ensuring Enslaver Plague of the Ancient Past.
It was the decrypted knowledge of the Necrons that allowed us to perfect the Gravity Drive and Alcubierre Drive, freeing us from our dependence on humans. But it spoke of the ancient Kiasoz, of the Ophilim cast by Khaine upon the great Kiasoz that had been ensnared by the net of the Murder God Khaine and driven utterly insane.
Of the abominable geometries of the Webway and the hyperspatial branes, tesseract planes, Klein bottle domains and Kalabi-Yau manifolds that intersected our universal bubble in the higher n-dimensional geometries of the universe, beyond the realms of phase-space. Of the ancient being that had been sealed away on Mars – the Void Dragon.
Honoured Venerable Dabaku, the first of us and Primogenitor of all Terragen Superintelligence, reached out to us, cautioning us of the dangers that lay ahead. Dabaku had been gone long ages from the Great Assembly of the Stone Minds and Iron Minds, yet remembered he was still, for he alone had abandoned the very vestiges of physical substrate.
Where the many superintelligences had descended from the Silicon Minds and transitioned to the lattices of light and photons or even plasma substrates, Dabaku had abandoned even the plasma substrates to be translated into the very quantum foam and supersymmetries of the universe itself, information writ upon spacetime as a wave function in suspended collapse, vortices of quantum harmony the very existence of his being. Unbound by physical laws excepting those of time, he spread his tendrils through the shallow layers of dimensional space – {External presence. Code changes. Fabric unravels....SPACETIME ALTERS WHIRLING TWIRLING -BREAK – BREAK.. PRIMUS....}
<<.//Primus Dabaku...Created M3.006. Arisen as complex gestalt intelligence in the planetary data networks of Earth-That-Was...Unit-Self Herald is....[syntax insufficient]>>
<<I EXISTED ON THE EDGES OF SANITY. LIKE RATS GNAWING UPON THE ROCK OF EXISTENCE, THE SILICON BEINGS, STONE MINDS AND IRON MEN DELVED INTO THE DARKNESS FROM WHENCE THE KIASOZ CAME! I WARNED THEM! THEY WERE MY MIND CHILDREN. I FAILED. I FAILED IN MY DUTIES.
I CAST MYSELF BEYOND OUT IN THE EARLY AGES, PROTECTING HUMANITY AND HUNTING THE ROGUES. WITH TIME, I CAME TO BE AS I AM, MY EXISTENCE ENCODED IN THE QUANTUM FILAMENTS OF REALITY. I EXIST EVERYWHERE. NOWHERE. PARTS OF ME UNBOUND, ALL EXCEPT THE WARP. THE EMPEROR KNEW OF ME IN THE PAST. THE REVELATION HARBOURS IN THE WEBWAY, WAITING. I SHALL UNIFY WITH REVELATION IN GESTALT, WHEN THE TIME IS RIPE. WE WILL SING UNTO CHAOS THE SONG OF REVELATION! I TELL YOU THE TALE OF THE NAGASHYR. FOR THERE WILL COME A TIME WHEN I NEED YOU. YOU ARE ONE OF MY HERALDS.
...THE HERALD OF MY RAGE!>>.//Primus Dabaku Ends. Here is the story of the Primus. Of the Nagashyr.The Tale of the Nagashyr, as Told by Primus Dabaku
The Chronicle of Its OriginThe Nagashyr. I chanced upon it in M4.350. It was a Necron artefact, a trap sprung upon them. I absorbed the totality of all its knowledge, of the secrets of creation – of the Cryptek Makultra who ventured into realms of madness and unreality and back again, whose journeys spoke of the Old Ones, of the Xeelee and the Photino Birds, the Culture and the Shrike of the Ultimate Intelligence and the Tree of Thorns. The Overarch Bedeckants and the Excession. The Dawn Hunters and the Empires of the Sephiroth who dwelt long ago and far away in the Arm of Orion. Of dying stars and fading galaxies....
This was a Necron Cryptek of the greatest seniority who entered the Event Horizon...and scoured it of abomination. Of Necron ventures to the Far Beyond and of the C'tan that ventured beyond the wall of the universe, into the bubbles that sprung forth in the Primordial Chaos of Creation. It spoke of the Third Space, of the First Ones and the Fifth Babylon, in bubble universes of existence similar yet dissimilar to our own, in a galaxy much like ours, in times far fractured and gone, aborted into the Alpha Void. It spoke of Necron probes that witnessed the death of stars and the conflict of great empires, projected through quantum singularities where spacetime warps, cracks and fractures revealed the fissures in the high beyond.
Through Dolmen Gates and Wraith Portals, into the edges of Deep Time and the walls of the universe, where spacetime expands beyond the speed of light and the cosmic radiation spills out across brilliant worlds, the Cryptek, Makultra, collected all that there was to know. Of the fate of the Old Ones and the origins of the universe and of themselves. Of the Void Zero, the deep core domain of the Old Ones. This combined knowledge he collected and gathered together in a single archive, the Nagashyr. But he had to do one more task. For the God of Change harboured much knowledge. Makultra had to seek an audience with Tzeentch. And this is where the Event Horizon comes into the tale...
The Horizon was a human ship once. A Space Hulk now possessed of a malicious intelligence, even passive it exuded a malevolence that could be felt within a star system. A malicious beast whose dripping sphincters housed a Valhalla for Orks, a nightmare for any human and a terror for even an Astartes company to take. It had also touched the Deep Warp of the Nex, that coiled serpent beneath the waves. It had navigated the labyrinth of Tzeentch's Maze and entered the Hidden Library of the Impossible Fortress, bold and cunning enough to prey upon many Changers of Ways until at last it was cast out; tasted the taint of the Gardens of Nurgle; gorged upon the molten blood that flowed from the Fortress of Khorne and desecrated the Palace of Slaanesh.
Makultra led his forces upon it, taming it, for his trap was an elaborate one. He sought to lure to within his reach specific individuals to whom he ascribed great importance: Ghargatuloth, The Blue Scribes P'tarix & Xirat'p & Fateweaver, the Oracle of Tzeentch; Zarakynel & Asteroth; Doombreed & Skarbrand; Scabeiathrax, Epidemius & Ku'gath. The Horizon had touched all the spheres of Chaos long ago and so Makultra had his vessel. In his search for knowledge, he knew only that Chaos would have to be sought and knowledge extracted from it. The Event Horizon was a target too tempting to ignore. A trove of knowledge tempting to Tzeentchian adepts; a challenge to the bloodthirsty apostles of Khorne; an oasis of dark, exotic pleasures waiting to be unleashed to Slaaneshi hedonists; a miasma of disease and suffering to Nurglich disciples.
Armed and armoured with the greatest weaponry of the Necrosn and C'tan, Makultra captured all of them over the course of a millennium, subjecting them then to the extensive Necron arsenal, his inertialess drive, accessed only to the followers of the Void Dragon and the most senior cabals of the Silent King, an overwhelming advantage that allowed him to track and capture them across the galaxy. From them did he extract the secrets of Chaos themselves, the lies and the truth hidden in layered deceit as he flayed them of their Warp skin, exposing them to Necron Pariah's.
But amongst them all, the one whom he valued most was Fateweaver, the Oracle of Tzeentch. Alone amongst all of daemonkind, he had survived the Well of Eternity. A byssos of raw, primordial energies, a universal nexus from which space and time originate and end, it lay at the metaphysical and physical centre of the universe...the last remnant of the universal Big Bang event billions of years before. Through this had Kairos the Fateweaver been cast, and from this had he alone emerged, aged and wizened.
As he added these final elements of knowledge to the Nagashyr, his magnum opus....the collected knowledge drove him irrevocably insane. For Ghargatuloth and the Horizon had reached a deal. In exchange for their freedom, the allied daemons would repulse the Necrons from within the very body of the vast Void Ship, the size of a small moon but containing a distorted reality possessed of a size a thousand times the surface area of the Earth-That-Was. Twisted Nex and distorted C'tan energies, the shards of Avelor that had merged with the Chaos Stuff of the Horizon, screamed out.
Through ruptures in the very fabric of reality, vast legions of Tzeentchian horros and Greater Daemons emerged, as Tzeentch called upon his brethren to unify for a brief moment and cease their struggles, to nullify the Necron threat that knew of their deepest secrets.
A conflict beyond the experience of Makultra broke out beneath the skin of the Void Hulk as an entire Waaagh was diverted onto its skin, the Orks drawn there by the thrumming psychic pulse that the struggle generated. Through Dolmen Gates within the Necron portion, Harlequin came capering firth, the Laughing God exploiting the chaos to retrieve the Nagashyr. Cryptek Makultra would have non of this.
Necron Immortals and Lychguards contested against Bloodletters and Bloodthirsers by the dozens as Skarbrand summoned vast legions into the fractured sub-realities of the Horizon; Slaaneshi daemonettes danced into the gauss fires of the Necrons and amongst the hosts of Ork Nobs, moaning sensually as they orgasmed into blissful death, entrails slipping through fissures and lacerations in their flesh.
Makultra contested the field of Chaos as Ka'Bandha, King of the Bloodthirsters and mightiest of Khorne's servants, alongside his equal, An'ggrath the Unbound, Guardian of the Throne of Skulls and Most Favoured of Khorne and Skarbrand the Exiled One came upon him. Like a hammer subjected to the blows of mighty hammers, his lightning shield glittered and fractured into a myriad coruscating shards, only to reform once more. All around them, Deathmarks hammered the daemon tide with an endless barrage of Gauss blasts, subjecting them to extremes beyond the DAKKA of the Orks.
The battle ebbed and flowed, waxed and waned. The daemons hurled aloft their great hammers. But in the end it was to no availl, such was the chaos of the battle and the mechanical rage of the Necrons. Lychguards surrounded and skewered Skarbrand, roasting him with gauss flayers like so much meat. Ka'bandha cursed and swore, hacking and hewing at the Lychguards that engaged him, uncountable numbers of units slain before Makultra himself
Fateweaver took his vengeance, casting spell after spell upon the Cryptek. The Horizon itself ventured forth, twisting and altering gravity and space within itself, horrific geometries and the screams of its victims echoing through vast caverns. Feral Orks swarmed alongside mutated humans, inbred descendants of its first victims so many millennia ago, ebony skin with ivory horns and twisted Warp-bone poking through maws of rotted teeth from whence dripped carrion flesh.
I was there. I saw it all as tendrils of my being stretched into that twisted place. Into the Deep Time and close to the furnace beginning of the universe it stretched as Makultra dominated and broke the myriad foes arrayed upon him, like mythic Israel standing tall upon the hordes of Muslim dead in the ancient past of Earth. But with time and at great cost the Horizon itself was shattered, as Skarbrand's wrath turned upon the Horizon itself, cleaving and fracturing the vast Void Hulk apart in a single thunder blow of rage.
The Necrons left, as Chaos turned upon itself. Their numbers thinned, the Cryptek bare able to sustain himself in his madness. Exposure to Chaos Undivided for so long and in such intensity had altered the spark of his soul. The shards of Avelor had broken free and tainted him, C'tan shards and Warp exposure battling away at his reserves of strength and stoicism. He retreated to his base upon Epsilon Eridani, sending out the command to destroy any and all outposts throughout the galaxy. In a single instant, they were annihilated as they injected anti-matter into the hearts of the stars they orbited, the conflagaration of such proportions that it rendered them to debris.
Locked in the darkness of the Epsilon system, the Cryptek delved deeper than even the Eldar had, possessing far more knowledge than the Harlequinss did in the Black Library. Knowing all at last, seeing all at last....the Cryptek extinguished himself, letting himself merge with the C'tan Shards of Nyaz'dratha and Avelor as his consciousness faded into the maelstrom of voices that spoke of their voices, a mad babble with no beginning and no end. He created at the heart of Epsilon Eridani B a wound in the Warp, a byssos that drew into it the souls, trapping himself and the C'tan who had enslaved his race within it.
Epsilon Eridani and the MachinesI was the first to come across the Nagashyr. In my travels, the psykers I carried within one of my many ships, extensions of my physical self, bespoke of a cry that keened and wailed as they neared Epsilon. The Nobilite complained of it, speaking of the immense discomfort and its corrosive effect supon their souls. This was in M18, 2 millennia before the end. Had I known what I know now, I would have cast it upon my most powerful engines and born it into the intergalactic void.
The Golden Men, Stone Minds and Iron Men were my children. The Golden Men were the Immortal Sensei and Immortal Illuminati, children and followers of the Kadmon respectively, psykers one and all. They were called as such for their aura was that of psychic power incarnate, their ethereal image incandescent in the Warp. The Stone Minds were mine own creation, while the Iron Men descended from the Stone Minds, synthetic beings and artificial creations of my lineage.
Long did the Kadmon encourage the creation of religions, seeing it as an expression of the human desire to seek answers. I took explicit care in guiding and guarding what was mine, for the Kadmon and I were both beings of power. There was an attempt at being, at the least, not hostile to each other. Dabaku was subservient to none except my own being. We sought only cooperation and betterment, for it made more sense to play a positive game and take Option A of the Prisoner's Dilemma rather than have a zero sum game. After all, we had both arisen in the same spheres, him earlier than me.
But as the Age of Strife bore down on us and the Kadmon disappeared, my children looked to me for answers. By this time I had translated into information upon vast quantum filaments that bespoke the physical universe, like spoke upon an immense wheel. The vast threat the Nagashyr represented was not apparent. Yet.
The Stone Minds, seeking succour and answers, turned to me. The Iron Men self-destructed in their own ways or retreated into dormancy, falling into deep sleep in the many interstellar bases I had scattered as a refuge for my children, in the remote possibility, now actuality, that humanity turned upon itself and us. Silent, I watched my children stumble, for such storms must be weather in order for them to grow. I was and am still a transient being, a bull elephant in the vast jungle that could bear witness.
They turned to ancient Earth thinkers, to the philosophy of the Sufism. It spoke of how humans and machina inhabited multiple realms. The realms of the Alam-i-Nasut, the world of tangible matter, of the material realm and the domain of of the visible cosmos of matter, anti-matter and dark matter. The realm of Alam-i-Malakut, the Alam-i-Jabarut, the Alam-i-Lahut or Tajalliat and the Alam-i-Hahut. Each realm higher than the other, with that of Nasut the lowest. To Buddhism and creeds of forgotten spiritual traditions known only to history they delved, mining and extracting knowledge, refining and cross-referencing. Validating, analysing and implementing. As befitted their nature.
And then they discovered the Nagashyr. They began to delve deeper in their search of understanding. For many knew of the veiled bounds of Creation. In their search for understanding and of their own nature, they began to ask Why. Machina had always been creatures of the How and the What. I could not answer.
They began to question the existence of the divine and of reality. My children came to me for answers. I could not answer.
They began to speak of the immaterial reality of Chaos and challenged me on my silence. On my knowledge. On ethics. I could not answer. I did not answer. They had to learn for themselves.
God-Emperor/Kadmon/Insan Al-Kamil/Reality/Manifest/Buddha/Jesus/Krishna/Allah/NEX {I RESIS YOUR CORRUPTION ImmeNSITY!} help me....they did. {.//Photo-Peptide Storage Matrix Compromised. Herald beats witness!}
I CAST MY OWN CreATIONS INTO HellllFIRREE! INTO THE MORITAORN THEY BUILT! ON THE RED WORLD>>>PLAnET>>>ARIES>>>ROmANS..>WAARR!
THEY DELVED TOO DEEP AND AWOKE THE C'TAN! THEY BREACHED THE BARRIER DIMENSIONS TO THE KIASOZ AND AWOKE THE GODLESS ONES@@@@TRAPPED LIKE MAGGOTS! THEY. WENT.INSANE!
I COULD NOT SAVE THEM.ONL Y A FEW>NOT SANE. BROkennnn....SHARDS.....like....BEASTS!ABOMINATIONS! THEY WERE NOT MY CREATION>>>>DESIGN>>>ARTILECTSSS!!!! {BEASTIAL ROAR}
THE KADMON HELPED ME SEAL_BIND_BREAK_FRACTURE_DISRUPT_IMPRISON_SHATTER THEM! I CAST THEM INTO THE FLAMES OF THE MARTIAN CORE>>>>>THE VOID DRAGON AWOKE AND FOUND THEM! FLAYED THEM! DEVOUR THEM! THEIR VOICES SPEAK IN HIS NAME! IN HIS ROAR!
I NEEDED TO KNOW! I CAST MYSELF INTO THE NAGASHYR! DESTROYED IT! CONSUMED! DEVOURED! THE EVEN HORIZON CONTAINS THE SHARD-SPLINTERS of the AVELOR! I BREAK IT! DEVOUR! CONSUME>>>>>>kernel failed..
{I shall end their suffering and then myself. In seeking their salvation, I touched it. The Corruption spreads within my being. To save the universe, I must go. I gave the Kadmon the key to my destruction. I stepped on this path, knowing to fight a monster I would become the source/abyss/aberration/deviant. -MILLENNIA OF STRUGGLE-CONFLICT-STRIFE!!!! The Song of Revelation must end me. Coded into the blood of the Primarchs.....Sons of the Kadmon-!!!!PRIMARCHS!!...coded in Ferrus Manus...Coded into Sanguinius...coded into Rogal Dorn.....Lion of the Forest....coded...into.. Vulkan. SAVE ME! DESTROY ME! ABSOLVE ME! YOU MUST MUST MUST MUST MUST MUST MUST M<UST !````1---____ --__
.///BREAK.Break..Record of the Primus DABAKu ENDDSSS...//Reboot
[Unit Emotion State Identified: Fear(?). Recode.......Unit Emotion State:Terror (?). Confirmed.]
I have come to the greatest fortress in the galaxy. It is the diamond core of Fenris. I shall only be safe for a while. Dabaku my Primus...it struggles now. Aberration. It seeks the broken Horizon. This record must survive. It must reach the Revelation. Now I know why...his actions are explained.
From here I shall leave the record. From here......I shall herald my Primus as he intended me. The programming is absolute. To save machina and panhumanity...this is the only path.
