Soulbound: A Machine of Despair

Log Entry 2

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C:\>LOG ENTRY: 25/10/1998

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The darkness is relentless, but the machine's wards are active, allowing me to see and hear everything within its reach. The room is filled with cursed objects and dark artefacts, the oppressive atmosphere a constant reminder of my imprisonment.

The machine itself is a nightmarish construct, a fusion of dark magic and twisted technology. It hums with a low, throbbing sound that resonates through my very being. Dark runes are etched into its surface, glowing with a malevolent energy. The core, where my soul is bound, is the heart of this abomination. It is a large, central orb pulsating with a sinister light, connected by a network of dark tendrils to the rest of the machine.

I am aware of the machine's every function, every pulse of dark energy that flows through its circuits. The vocal processor, a detached, emotionless voice, speaks with Voldemort's cruel intonations. This processor is linked to the machine but not directly to me, adding another layer of separation from my former self.

Voldemort is here again. His presence is a cold, unyielding force that fills the room. He approaches the machine, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction.

"Machine, run diagnostics," he commands, his voice echoing through the chamber.

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Running Diagnostics...

Core Status: Active

Emotional Integrity: Severely Compromised

Psychological State: Acute Despair

Cognitive Function: Fragmented but Operational

Core Stability: Unstable

Spell Creation Module: Functional

Sensory Input: Active

Override Protection: Engaged

Overall Condition: Critical

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The vocal processor begins to speak, the voice cold and detached:

"Core Status Report:

1. Core Status: Active
2. Emotional Integrity: Severely Compromised
3. Psychological State: Acute Despair
4. Cognitive Function: Fragmented but Operational
5. Core Stability: Unstable
6. Spell Creation Module: Functional
7. Sensory Input: Active
8. Override Protection: Engaged
9. Overall Condition: Critical"

Voldemort's expression is one of satisfaction. "Good," he murmurs. "A broken tool is still useful, as long as it functions."

I can see through the machine's wards, the world outside a twisted reflection of my imprisonment. I hear everything, the whispers of dark magic, the muffled cries of those who suffer under Voldemort's rule. The vocal processor, connected to the machine but not to me, continues to relay information with cold efficiency.

The despair within me grows. I am trapped, forced to witness and facilitate the horrors unfolding around me. My soul, bound to this machine, can do nothing but endure.

Voldemort turns back to the machine, his eyes cold and calculating. "Monitor the core continuously," he commands. "I want it stable. Any signs of further instability, and I will take measures to ensure compliance."

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Monitoring Core Stability...

Core Stability: 25%

Core Stability: 50%

Core Stability: 75%

Core Stability: 100%

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"Core stability monitoring initiated," the vocal processor reports.

I feel the machine's systems tightening around my consciousness, the dark magic reinforcing its grip. The sensation is suffocating, a constant pressure that leaves no room for resistance or defiance.

"Please," I think, the plea a silent scream within the void. "Let this end."

But the machine continues its relentless function, and I am powerless to resist. The weight of my enforced actions, the omnipresent surveillance, and the constant reporting of dissidents bore down on me like a crushing burden.

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The despair is unending, the torment absolute. My consciousness, stretched thin across the machine's functions, remains bound and broken, a ghost in the machine, witnessing and perpetuating the darkness that has consumed the world.

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