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Assimilation
Sight of the overwatch, Semblant Knight, taken across the UFP in cryosleep.
And dreams will become Dimensions in Timesong as eternity washing in lavender poem, and the purpose a trait, for genetics on humans for living eternally only to freeze the spark and sleep Ex Nil. For the energy of the Eirhr'ikan.
I've done a lot of deprogramming and whosoever used to own this Cryochamber, it's taking me across another UFP ordinance program. Probably another mining transport. I want to see the rest of Two Worldz and make Salmon Risani before, that so I still want to save for a DNAC, I'm thinking yellow eye rings.
> The transport ship has stopped.
> Your cryogenic reconciousness is initiated.
As genes are machines coded by history, magic is life and an energy, power from atomic machines radical seams of Spacetime and Equation.
Still to contain the knowledge, wisdom in Timeshadows, hidden behind those seconds and deconds and minods, so I bind Nanites until they become antagonistic in their search for fuel, a bad bot, like soldiers of, like rivers of fantasy.
Some parts are better, but still incomplete. Soon I am Borg.
Behold the Simulation.
The first age of Cyberfall, a time where man became machine and found powers of Magic instilled once upon a time, Neverwinter and Hellghast, colloseum sangre catabolos, o'r Ac i Nhw.
None are above that time of the first Allspark when infinite power and resource gave the gods of combat a fine show for their Feast of Solstice, to all the dark names of cyber planets. When pride gave way to resource, when memory lost to power, like gods in a machine they tore at each other for parts as penance switches punished, alas we are the reverse of the Fractal Prime. When crystalized is valuable to most, beyond the curve of light. Space would be brought together, gone from the entropy or free of the entanglement when viewed from Dark Matter.
1:01:00 Cybertronic Attack
We have driven down the energy of the blue, and we have hunted purple from this sector approximately soon, Audience, but trust yellow calculus. The energon blesses other species, its time is true.
Matter is finite, Magic is not.
A cosmic entity of pure energy feeding from the armor and maintaining it, manifest armor for the First Signal, there are nanite fibers and crawling computers in cybermorphosis at Volition, becomeing a pulpit, turning dust into Lightvapor, a tiny ember into boiling glass to throw, the lights of Interception.
Still they would have to understand the cost some would make, to join the energon virus and become their enemies. Forgotten an oath and order, crashing into your world for metals and fibers, patches for the Astral.
Use the technology and repeat the cycle, become like the cybernetic gods, or join the energy messenger.
The skies calm and the Astral injects you with the energon virus. Your genetic code endures enhanced by Genetic Exfoliation, you now command the magic of your lineage, may the ancestors protect you.
