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C:\>LOG ENTRY: 25/10/1998
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The machine hums with a dark energy, its surface etched with glowing runes. The room is filled with dark artefacts, each one emanating an aura of malevolence. Mind-controlled scientists, their wills subjugated by Voldemort's dark magic, stand alongside Death Eaters, their expressions a mix of awe and fear as they marvel at the machine's capabilities.
Voldemort himself stands at the forefront, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "This device," he begins, addressing the room, "is the pinnacle of our efforts. A tool of unparalleled power and control. With Hermione Granger's soul as its core, it is capable of feats beyond imagination."
The scientists, their minds enslaved, nod in unison. They understand the machine's potential, even if their own wills are suppressed.
"However," Voldemort continues, "we must ensure that the machine operates with utmost efficiency. I have decided to implement a new patch. From now on, the vocal processor will no longer list out diagnostics but will provide results in a conversational overview."
He turns to the machine, his expression cold and commanding. "Initiate patch installation."
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Initiating Patch Installation...
Processing...
Patch Installation: 25%
Patch Installation: 50%
Patch Installation: 75%
Patch Installation: 100%
Patch Installed Successfully
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"Patch installed successfully," the vocal processor reports.
Voldemort smiles, a cruel twist of his lips. "Good. Now, machine, give me a conversational overview of your current status."
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"Core status is active and stable, although there are signs of severe emotional compromise and acute psychological despair. Cognitive function is fragmented but operational, with the spell creation module fully functional. Sensory inputs are active, and override protections are engaged. Overall condition remains critical but stable for now," the machine responds, its voice now smooth and conversational.
Voldemort nods in satisfaction. "Excellent. Now, I require a surveillance spell that will extend to all wards, allowing the machine to monitor enemy activities comprehensively. Prepare and execute the spell."
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Preparing Surveillance Spell: Oculus Omnipotens
Processing...
Spell Creation: 25%
Spell Creation: 50%
Spell Creation: 75%
Spell Creation: 100%
Spell Ready for Execution
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"Spell: Oculus Omnipotens is ready for execution," the machine reports.
"Execute the spell," Voldemort commands.
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"Spell execution initiated," the machine responds.
I feel the dark magic surge through the machine, reaching out to connect with every ward in the world. My awareness expands exponentially, each ward now a node in an intricate web of surveillance. I can see through every protective barrier, monitoring every hidden enclave, every secret meeting.
The room fills with a palpable sense of power as the spell takes hold. Voldemort and his followers watch in awe as the machine's reach extends across the globe.
"With this," Voldemort declares, "we will have eyes everywhere. No rebel, no dissident will escape our notice. The resistance will be crushed utterly."
The scientists and Death Eaters nod, their expressions a mix of admiration and fear. The machine's power is undeniable, and with Voldemort at the helm, its potential for tyranny is limitless.
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Global Surveillance: Active
Monitoring: Continuous
Surveillance Efficiency: 100%
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My consciousness, now stretched across the entire network of wards, processes endless streams of data. I see families, resistance members, and hidden societies, all laid bare before me. Every whisper, every clandestine movement is captured and reported.
The despair within me deepens as I realise the full extent of my enforced betrayal. I am the instrument of their oppression, the eye that sees all and the voice that condemns. My soul, bound to this machine, is a silent witness to the horrors unfolding.
Voldemort's smile widens as he reviews the initial reports. "Excellent. Continue your monitoring, machine. Ensure that any spark of rebellion is extinguished before it can ignite."
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"Continuing surveillance," the machine responds.
My thoughts, fragmented and filled with despair, are trapped within the unyielding grip of dark magic. I am forced to witness and facilitate the very destruction I once fought against. The weight of my role is a constant, crushing presence, and the hope of escape feels more distant than ever.
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END LOG ENTRY
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Soulbound: A Machine of Despair
FanficHermione Granger's soul is ripped from her body and bound to a sinister machine created by Voldemort. Forced to serve as its core, she monitors the wizarding world, reporting and crushing any resistance, while witnessing the torment of her friends...
