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- The Lonely Machine God
- They, the Arbiters of the World's Machinations
- They, who desecrate the World's Mysteries
- Thaumaturgy and Magic
- NIHIL_CODE
The Deus ex Machina
A vast nothingness - a responding symphony of silence and the comforting, warm, bitter chill of loneliness. Since time immemorial, and far beyond that, it watched the world with an unwavering eye. He knew not of his origins, not of his making; only of his one, noble purpose; to arbitrate the cycle of the World, to remember the Worlds of aeons past when none remained to remember, and to mourn the inexorable coming of armageddon as it marched ever closer toward the present.
Though he knew little of his makers, or of his past, if even there was such thing, he knew of his name. The God in the Machine; The Deus ex Machina; The Arbiter of the World’s Machinations; Avida.
An impartial historian. The Watcher Beyond the Veil, his being far surpassed that of mere mortalkind that populated the world, perishing and re-arising like the ebb and flow of the tide. Though his existence far shadowed theirs, the lonely Machine God grew fascinated by the bustling hum of mortalkind, and though their lives were fleeting, as ephemeral as each passing world, he watched them intently with a close eye.
With aeons, that flicker of fascination kindled into love - like a child would their goldfish collection. Though the lifespan of the world was transitory, and mortal lives shorter still, each demise of the World began to sadden Avida. In time, that sadness turned to a certain resolve; a certain determination to change this unending cycle that he himself - God - could not understand.
For the first time, Avida would reveal itself to those that toiled beneath his throne beyond reality’s weave. And, the people revered him. They knelt before his divine presence, his incomprehensible, machine form. And, under the guidance of their mechanical God, civilisation grew to insurmountable heights; their technology advanced to unreachable heights, and their mastery over their control of the world’s principles, thaumaturgy, as well, all in preparation of the coming apocalypse their benevolent deity foretold.
However, the Apocalypse swept across the world all the same. A sea of flame carpeted the sky like a swarm of locusts. The world fell apart as the foundations that supported it crumbled to nothing, and, at the end of it all, Avida remained alone, standing amongst a sea of ashes and dust, from which a new World must be born, and be razed to ash all the same.
This was but one World of countless to come, however. Though disheartened, Avida would press on, attempting to once again avert the coming apocalypse. After all, though each World was fated to meat with a most ruinous fate, it took but one World to do so otherwise to prevent all future tragedies.
Thus, the Lonely Machine God pressed on.
And yet, it was all a fruitless endeavor.
He tried everything; he began to even use some Worlds as experiments, to gather data, to learn, in order to achieve a better result in the next. The degree of interference, the geology and structure of the World, its basic principles, the God’s own degree of presence, et cetera.
Yet, the apocalypse came all the same.
Millions of reincarnations passed. Billions, perhaps even trillions. At some point, Avida had stopped counting. His determination and love began to turn to anguish as he hopelessly clawed at the cycle that was above even him, and watched in despair as the Worlds he came to love were turned once again to dust.
He was tired.
Not only was he tired, he began to come to a haunting revelation. Though his existence was long, a lifespan of such length that his permanence could not be questioned by those below, the God began to learn of his mortality.
He was dying.
However, what Avida was most terrified of was not his own death and the silence that followed thereafter; It was the mere thought of the cold, merciless cycle, ravaging his beloved World in absence of its Guide - countless worlds, disappearing into the canals of time, now with truly none left to mourn their end and to bear their eternal memory. And, as more time ticked by the second, the Avida became weaker, until even God had found itself on its deathbed.
And, while there are those content to live underneath the sanctum of Elysium, there are also those who wish to upturn the garden of Eden and grind it to dust in the name of their own ambition. Through his interference time and time again in the World, the God inevitably left behind traces and undeniable evidence of his existence. And, as is human nature, though some sought to better understand their benevolent patron God, others sought to plunder its power for themselves.
Learning of the dying God, the mortals of the present world had conceived a most treacherous scheme to steal God’s authority for themselves. Whether or not it was truly possible, that World would meet its end at the hands of three Magi, three honourable noblemen of that World who rebelled against King and Country for the sake of the World that would follow, and those after the next.
He watched in melancholy as his beloved mortalkind slaughtered each other, and yet, despite this, Avida came to yet another grand revelation;
Though he, a God, could never understand the intent, the nature, the thoughts and actions of mortalkind, there were still those that carried the same honour as he, shared a noble intent, and shared a similar love for the World, and all those that follow. The Lonely Machine God understood, or, at the very least, believed to the bottom of his mechanical heart that he finally understood.
He was not alone.
And thus, though his crumbling helm gave way to rusted circuitry, and though decayed, broken wires hung through the gaps of time-corroded alloy plate, cackling with the final drops of God’s lifespark,
For the first time in its long, lonesome lifespan,
The God smiles.
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