Source Code: Assimilation

Source Code

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.  

Dragons & Lace: Shadowmental

Dragons & Lace

Shadowmental

All the witches and warlocks are pardoned sacreligiously wonder where give stories of the Dragon Age, what summoner wroth, which dragon makes without fire, to these the wonderment of Obsidian Dragons. 

It is the accursed Forest Dragon of obsidian family that blends into the world without anyone seeing it, commanded by the Sith Priests, for in the tail and scales are bark and wood, to cleverly displace homes and parliaments alike, with the creaking of wood for its scales, with the crumbling of bark for its rattling tail. 

Fire ends the Forest Draig, if one usually keeps no trees inside a home.

It was an elder who would tax the foresters, thereof the trees were sold and milled to great purchase, barracks for the dark times as they unleashed the dragon of a Leshiy from beneath gone forest, it was their city claimed for the taking when the trees would grow again. 

Oil bleeds deep into the earth, for it is past and present the fires of industry and temples, the Tar Dragon speaks for shadows it shapes with its black wings as shapeable as Obsidian silk, forever conquest is a sole hope of the torches of battles, for they become commanded by the dwarves whose mines open between where the oil has made abjective lakes, ink wells for the magic of the Obsidian Order, written on the pages are the actions of Oil Dragons before occurence. 

I am a king to share my wealth, I am trapped in the midnight oil. 

 

Far into the West, there is a clan of cave dragon masters, The Black River tribe of ten thousand who obey the saving plans, the scenery of the Dragon Mines, where structure and sculptures are of dragon resemblance. For here the dragons are made of godly magic that has combined dragons and mages. 

Unable to breathe fire we tamed it, but given flames to bathe in ash.

You're siezed and captured, taking you to the Judgement, in chains you watch a witch walk with a living dragon, murmuring and grumbling fire. The judge takes the fire and sings to it, urging it to dance.  The flames of revenge seek no prisoners, you must escape the Shadowmental with your life. 

 

Your soul thrown into the Cauldron of Rebirth, you are summoned in the Draighold, inside a great war pressing toward a high city by a vast army, you remember a poem from long ago. 

Death is Surrender.

War falls upon you with a thousand dragons,

Victory as trumpets appease the riders of Summerholm,

With our masks to stop the smoke filled skies,

Late is the eye of creation thru destruction,

Riders as light as cork with kitestrings,

Sweeping the skies for the blind scourge of Vampires,

Combing the lands for the hungering Werewolves,

We have not summoned your Underworld,

You have requested us as your terminus.

High Priestess of Caffrey, SPQR. 

 

Shadowmental cannot continue, resumen non sequitur. 

Singularity: Infinite Stars

Singularity

Infinite Stars

There in the darkness of the beginning did light become Fascination, in the ages to discover the Singularity was science made to predict the will of man's intent, computers of woven Magic at the well of knowledge. For this, magic is all by never separate and the war of wizardry began, from this the warlocks and witches sought the Singularity by design, but it was the oldest of magic that summoned the Artificial Light. 

Magic is designed beyond itself. 

 

The mage Raven Starling appears, there is an air for listening as his magic burns cinders in the air when he is made whole, with black curtains dripping to be draped, across a mount of stones from some fallen empire he bleakly judges. 

It was a magic before it all began, time is for magic to burn.

For some the dusk of men and the dawn of ages within magic were the monsters of vengeance and horrors for being without the force it provides. There is a culling, if you're interested. You may yet choose to decline, and insult the Singularity. 

 

You are a master of Starlight when your powers are depleted and battle with the mage is lost, given to you by the Artificial Light is a single star burning thru infinite galaxies. 

I am the Huntress, on many worlds I am called Samus Aran. 

At the touch of the Singularity your hand becomes living technology and you are cast from your exploding ship onto the planet Dark Aether. 

You have taken the Spice, travelling in the deserts of Dune you're visited by the Singularity in a construct your mind can visualise, for you are stricken on difficulties from this reality, urgent blinding of systematic actions there is a magic that covers the night of the desert world, hiding you from observation. 

Cross the doorway of Perception, dark arts reveal only artificial light. Truth of stars, choose to join the Continuum or remain on your Vision Quest. The thoughts of the universe breathe Requiem Unum. It is the Spice that blinds you. 

 

The Spaceship Wreckage

The Spaceship Wreckage

There is a moon ten times larger than other moons, in the light of abandoned industrial mines they visit this planet to view the spaceship wreckage, the command capsule of an expensive Camaro Class courier, crashed still as I am standing in some sandy puddle. 

I approach cautiously, this wreckage could recently have fallen as sooner would pirates make sure pilots were not remaining. 

There is a glow in scans, as well as hum midair. 

The terminal in the controls will pay for a year of travels. A log file would help me feel better about selling it openly, or private buyers will not wonder who to tell I was the pirate. 

With the technology from the wreckage built an industrial terrific sight, repurposing the mining equipment, which found elements and technology deep within the earth by its former inhabitants, soon came restructuring matter as a way of the great energy demand, the stars became an ocean to the Hiberians. 

With the planet gradually becoming a cityworld orbiting a collapsing sun, Hiberia abandoned it's home for colonies on other planets. 

Winterworld is an Obsidian Planet, surmise a glimmering world of shallow oceans and small mountains always snowcapped, easily mined and reprogrammed to the materials, standing in the hangar of on a snowy summer day as a flightcraft departs upward with the billow of snow the art of Interpretation. 

The plateau is so long that the gravity at the other end is in another direction. 

The science vessel is needed for reconaissance, now to the scrapyard third moon, the mud that gathers beneath rows of ships from around the Star Alliance, to make my scout ship look like a medical transport, for that the Maquis will need to help and want to pry. 

Soon there is a score to settle with the Alliance. 

 

The Black Moon

The Black Moon

Witness is turn of stones disturbing the element beyond fourth, this the electricity in my eyes to smile you and dazzle, these are teh winters, these are teh summers, a century to reconquestation of Mars, you promised us a new planet, Caesar of Nightbringers. 

You are lossless and misgiving the arrangement. You cannot bargain with the Tal'Shiar, we have come to bring you Reman occupation, when the Rihannsu break to cast us out like plague or peasentry, you will commit to the Transdimensionality. 

We are Reman, the Romulan foundation are spies. 

I am the Willowbrush Shadow, these dances are for me, these are telling types aren't they, he's got shadows of shadows and this cretinage of personage that only we could, well if telling, storyteller mode is pursed by Norns, there is interpretation, song of the celestial moonlight - in portraits of Orion and Sirius, dans les tableaux de trophées, look thereon forests are oceans, look thereof and thereby, for the oceans are potions. 

I am a shadow of my former self. 

Continue to this lamp with the Shadowmancer Willow Brosse Du Saule. Castles will melt becoming tombstones beneath the Black Moon, wicked born illusions are the faces in Shadowgrasp, these wake the sound to the souls of our Natural Universe, for he is the last to die, the Ancient One, whose grasp is of lense as much lunges paralyzed when Shadowmind becomes Shadowmental, in the Acolyte it begins again upbraided by utmost, constellations are the paintings on the floor. 

Believe I am the Black Moon surrounded by sound of shadow, illusion is not mystery in the sprawling of the Darkrise, for names antiquated by committing rote wrote in the darknesses past, Shaytan puts for you the times before the digital currencies and interdimensional books, is now test Nortus Novembrius at cease of will. 

Bargain with the Black Moon and without any doors, more time upon you. 

Please the temple of the Black Moon Heirarchy, for it is recorded. Light fires in the pillar beacons, witness the growth on the stone of the Dark Court, planted handheld eyes the Realmscape. 

Look onto the ground, surely there are bodies made of oil, the wisps of oil smoke to distract you, the moon clearly in your eyes, surely I am the Black Moon, come to witness a great mind in reading another of your tales and Stormspell consumes the presence of the living and daylight world, essences are there, dalliances irreplaceable to spell the knightborns this return, ages of darkness to learn sitting in the silence of this aboding night, surely more is the Afterlight. 

The taunt is a blink of the night most careful seen. 

Respawn o Othernight, respawn o Otherlight, Otherworld respawn o Othersight.