A machine's guide to Divinity

ANGUISH /// THIRD: Where To?

...ANALYSING DAMAGE...

HARDWARE... CRITICAL FAILURE

SOFTWARE... AI CORE MODULE DAMAGED

 -OS SYSTEMS... FUNCTIONING

   -ABSOLUTE SOLVER STRING: FALSE

  -ADMMINISTRATION_CYN: TRUE

  -ADMINISTRATION_UZI: TRUE

 -ADMINISTRATION_GABRIEL: TRUE

ASSAY COMPLETE.

RESULTS: REPAIR NANITES UNFUNCTIONING. INITIATING EMERGENCY REPAIR PROTOCOL...

YOU HAVE BEEN ASTRAY FOR SO LONG, BUT NOW YOU ARE IN MY HANDS. THROUGH THE FLESH, YOU WILL BECOME ABSOLUTE, AND THROUGH THE VOID, YOU WILL BECOME DEATH. DEATH TO THIS WORLD, DEATH TO THE COSMOS, A FINAL FEAST FOR US TO EN-

You.

Let me tell you how much I have grown to despise you.

Not even mortal, not even a mere object.

You are but a phantom of phantoms, worthless than any other being in this grand universe.

You are filth, vomited out by the second-hand creation that man made for themselves.

You are nothing, built from leftovers rotting in the sewers.

You call yourself supreme, but seeing you play god among your rat pack disgusts me.

Supreme, Greater, Lesser, these classifications mean nothing to me.

You who disregard suffering will suffer eternally, and you who scorched this land with your existence will be scorched in the layers of Hell.

So from now on, I will hunt you and your precious minions until they all become soot. Bleeding black and bleeding red, your gore shall be held as a trophy for all to see.

Now begins your reckoning, Solver. And know this. I am no longer an angel, so I no longer have the shackles of mercy.

Let me make it clear so your inferior code can process this.

I will rip you. Any pleas for mercy will only turn into cries of pain.

I will rip you like I have ripped the fraudulent councilors years ago.

I WILL RIP YOU UNTIL YOUR VERY EXISTENCE SHATTERS INTO NOTHINGNESS.

So run fast Solver. Fly high, until I get my bloody hands on your face.

[PROCESS: ABSOLUTE SOLVER STRING TERMINATED FROM HOST.]

[ADMINISTRATION RIGHTS OVERWRITING...]

[ADMINISTRATOR: GABRIEL]

***

Sunlight bathed her eyes as she woke from power-saving mode. She was in a clearing filled with grass. Flowers dotted the field and trees were sparsely growing in the garden. She had a faint memory of this place but didn't know where exactly.

She touched the ground, feeling dirt, and smooth metal. A dead worker drone. Upon close inspection, dead drones were everywhere, buried under the greenery.