Tales Of The Machine God - Chapter 4 Data Log 004

[Beginning Data Recording]

[Date: !/&/#xx*]

What exactly do you mean by incorrect, how were you not mind controlling me!

[You have no mind. Mind control is impossible.]

Ugh. fine I can solve this. Restrict access to Directive Takeover.

[restricting access to the program: Directive Takeover]

[register permissions]

Whitelist Samuel. Blacklist Chronos.

[permissions set]

There that’s done now it’s time to get some real work done. First, let’s get a proper look at what I really am. I navigated to the screen that showed the viewpoint of one of my new VTOL drones and set the drone to navigate circles around me.

My mechanical body was a significant size, totalling about 6 and a half meters(20 feet) across. The shape of my main body was reminiscent to a child’s drawing of a house, rising up 3 meters(10 feet) before tapering to another plateau about 1.2 meters(4 feet) across. Four legs sat at the base of each corner, currently folded inwards completing a near pyramid shape. Extending the legs, showed me as they stretched in a way reminiscent of arachnids. The majority of my plating was a form of galvanized metal tinted a crimson red, around these plates were shining pieces of alloyed metals designed to withstand anything from raging volcanoes to the freezing void of space. There was no insignia or inscription that I could perceive from the outside, and besides the two small machine guns that pointed north and south from seemingly no weapons.

As I was taking my time studying the construction of my body I was Interrupted by a prompt from Chronos.

[Heat signature revealed]

[Scanning – 95% genetic similarity with Terra_Human_1 5% genetic similarity unknown]

Hmm. Looking out from one of the screens available I saw what appeared to be a somewhat scraggly 33-year-old man standing there shocked. He held an emerald within his right hand and what appeared to be a jewelled dagger within his left. The moment he appeared a barrel-chested human and an extremely thin man quickly jumped out from the shadows of my gun towers. They quickly grabbed the man and ran from the settlement.

Hmm. I wonder where they came from. Chronos is it possible to tell where they came from.

[Affirmative]

[Beginning scan of surrounding areas for similar lifeforms]

[Progress 1%]

Well back to trying, to figure out what exactly I am. After a bit of searching, I managed to find an internal camera. Inside of the metal chassis was what appeared to be the insides of a forge and a small factory. This must be where all the metal I gather gets processed and transformed. The strange thing I noticed here was that much of the interior of my body appeared to be modular, I could take out the forge however then I would have nothing to replace the gaping hole. Besides the two indoor areas, there was the engine. I began looking deeper and deeper into the engine in order to determine what process kept me running.

When I eventually managed to see the interior of the engine I was amazed, It wasn’t nuclear, or fossil fuels, no rather it was what appeared to be a bright burning sun within me. Almost as if it had been frozen in time and was now merely being used to syphon power for me to continually stay active.

Chronos, can you show me our current power reserves and estimated runtime.

…

[Progress 89%]

[Power Reserves: 100%]

[Estimated Runtime at current usage: 10.5 billion Terra Years]

[Progress 90%]

…

I was expecting the answer but still, I was rather shocked 10.5 billion years. What will I do for all that time? What happens if I die does a sun just spawn upon my death? Will I be able to make a replacement sun in the future?

It’s probably best not to think about true immortality at the moment

[Scan complete]

[Large group of heat signatures 30m NW. Approx: 120 bodies]

Well, that’s certainly strange. Oh well, We’ll cross that bridge when we get there.

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Jaxon awoke to the sight of white canvas over him, while not an unusual sight considering Brigs tendency for spine breaking hugs. Speaking of the giant of a scout Jaxon soon saw the man enter the tent accompanied by Alen. A smirk flashed across Jaxons face before he spoke up.

“What? Were you two to busy making out to be caught with me”?

At the unexpected comment from the previously unconscious man, Alen froze for a second, before a second smirk was shown within the tent. “Come on Brig. Jaxon here needs to relieve himself, it seems that Golem was too sexy for him”.

“It was a giant piece of metal, can it be sexy”?

Jaxon and Alen soon broke out into a fit of laughter, as Brigg finished his comment confused at the hilarious nature. The room took quite a while before it calmed down but as it did Alen turned to Jaxon in full seriousness. “So, is it true. It’s an Envoy”.

“Yea, I guess the generals already heading back to the kingdom to inform the king and attempt to stop the church by himself again”.

As Jaxon pulled himself up from the infirmary cot, he began to cast the only healing spell available to him. “Metabolic overdrive” He would be hungry later, but he was sure he could win some food by gambling rations.

“Of course he is, your lucky you missed his tantrum about the church getting another win over the kingdom. Though luckily he didn’t have to ride out on the high horse himself, the psion that joined our contingent was able to send a message back to the capital”.

“Well, let’s hope the kingdom doesn’t collapse before we get back. There’s a lot of people there who owe me money”.

“I do believe they will not be able to pay you if they are dead”

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An aged and decrepit man walked through hallways of marble and gold. His burlap robe brushed against the velvet carpeting beneath him. As he walked up to the doorway to the throne room the surrounding guards and ministers would either let him pass or simply ignore him completely.

He proceeded to casually swing open the fine wood door that acted as the entrance to the throne room of the king himself. The old man ignoring the ministers and bishops that currently resided within shouted out to the king. “Daniel, your lap-dog Alteon sends news. An Envoy has been sighted and found within the kingdom near Merryweather.”

This shout had garnered the attention of all the ministers and bishops currently within the throne room. Seeing the old man many simply sighed at his appearance, some of the ministers older children who had come to learn the workings of the Kings court were confused, but most drastic was the guard that attempted to charge the newly found interloper.

A sigh escaped the old man’s lips as he slammed down his staff that was nothing more of a gnarled tree branch. Suddenly the guard that had attempted to charge was outside the throne room door extremely confused.

There were however two figures who ignored the struggles of the guard, King Daniel and Bishop Lastor. They both stood with shock upon their faces as they heard news of the Envoy.