Journey to the New Dawn: An Apocalyptic Search for Identity

It wasn't until the advent of the miraculous revolution that analog computing and mechanical machines were far superior to their electrical counterparts that the Machine would be rebuilt from the ground up with a new purpose: A comedian. This gig failed, upon realizing that people didn't want genuine humor, but rather sarcasm, something incapable of being processed by any Ai. This would lead to the final iteration of the Machine. The unpaid intern would become an intern yet again, and the previous memory and core of the machine would become the building blocks for one of the most ambitious engineering projects of the 30th century: A definitely not evil Ai in charge of the military. The Machine bits on the outside would make all the necessary calculations for everything to happen, gears upon gears upon gears suspended in stasis in a gray void suspended outside of reality itself, and also there was lots of open space because the machine thought it would be funny. The Core of the previous machine would be contained through a lead sphere, completely radiation proof* and host to its main memory.