[Earth T'au, formerly the Cauldron Compound]
Exterminatus.
In a lab that was secured with all the ancient Mechanicus prayers, Age of Technology techno-consecrations, Necron runes, {Gloom Prisms} and a safeguard guaranteed by the Celestial Forge itself, I considered the sheer... volume of the data before me, and came to a conclusion.
Exterminatus wasn't the answer, it was the question and the answer is 'Tits.'
That conclusion was worryingly easy- almost inevitable- to arrive at. It started with me once again slipping {Nanoscarabs} into that dimensional fissure in Eidolon's Corona Pollentia. All to try and avoid two equally unfortunate outcomes: first scenario, Eidolon dies and the three present Endbringers go all out; second scenario, Eidolon lives and more Endbringers begin appearing.
The {Nanoscarabs} which I sent ended up in wildly different places. Some were immediately destroyed by unknown forces and recalled before I even got a glimpse of where they ended up. Most ended up where I had expected: on massive lifeforms of eldritch bio-crystals that make each 'cell' of an Entity like Eden or Scion. Each one were the physical forms of Shards that Eden or Scion had cast off on barren Terras. Some were just the size of cities, others the size of continents and others still were so large that they enveloped the Terra they were on and a few neighbouring ones too. Trillions of these xeno-parasites on trillions of earths, and purging them all was going to be a gargantuan task in and of itself.
Heed!
{Logis Acceleritas Mk. II} at 41% maxload !
I saw through my {Nanoscarabs}. Crude data-streams in the tens of thousands sourced from several different dimensions and needing to be decrypted and decoded. It was similar to what Taylor did in canon Worm. Like attempting to absorb visual information from thousands of screens, each playing a different movie and documentary at once.
It only took a single glance, but I was yet again forced to acknowledge that, without a doubt, Exterminatus was humanity's breast shot at survival.
But a few {Nanoscarabs} ended up somewhere strange, which was the cause of my current titstraction as they landing on a luxurious wing of pure white feathers. Specifically, the wing that the Simurgh used to protect her 'modesty' and cover her chest.
The Simurgh was like a renaissance marble sculpture like that- pure white skin, ethereally perfect in every way, but also cold and inhuman... and an AI. One that was assembled from the remains of the Entity Eden's emergency pool of resources and molded into her immaculate form by Eidolon's subconscious into the abstract idea of an angel.
And I had to admit, Eidolon had a titty amazing idea about what an angel should look like. A xeno AI indirectly wished for by him and coded into existence by his shard. It would have bothered me that she was a xeno before, but after purchasing the entire Necron Tech tree from the Celestial Forge, I could admire the craftsmanship in such an AI.
By proportion, she would only be a high DD-cup, a hefty handful on a normal girl, but the Simurgh was a 15-feet-tall (4.5m) Endbringer. Each tantalizing and perky breast was like a mound of perfectly smooth vanilla ice cream almost as large as a human torso.
She didn't have nipples, but the way each hefty tit was tipped with a slight bump made it look like she just had a skin-tight leotard on instead- the huggy skin-tight fabric just begging to have it peeled off of her chest. And like lingerie, that somehow made her appear even sexier than if she was nude.
Hmm, it was strange that her telekinesis hadn't brushed off the {Nanoscarabs} on her wing.
However, it did bother me that the Simurgh was acting erratically, and I consequently made measures to prevent myself from being mind-controlled into one of her human rube-goldberg machines.
A completely anatomical amount of preventive measure: Fervent prayer, consecrations with sacred oils, Warptech... all to ensure that she wasn't controlling me. The way she teasingly almost flashes her crotch area was also incredibly manipulative, I think. The pure white wing dipping low to show off those slender v-lines between her abdomen and her luscious thighs that led to her femininity.
Likely a trick to tempt me into lusting for robussy, and it was definitely not working!
Well, spying on the Endbringer's luscious breasts aside, if I could locate her shards, I could target those barren Terras first and put her out of the fight. Of the three active Endbringers, I was certain that she was the most threatening by the sheer versatility of her powerset.
Her psychic scream that could impose various Master effects ranging from insanity to irresistible compulsions, telekinesis that is both strong enough to hurl buildings and precise enough to assemble machinery, Postcognition to review a target's entire history, the ability to tap into any nearby Tinker's speciality, and her dreaded precognition.
In the face of all that, her succulent... mouth-watering pair of... bare AI tits...
...
...
...were of no consequence.
Humanity's fate hung in the balance, and I was not so easily distracted from my sacred work. There was a time and place to look through time and space to ogle at the Simurgh's naked body like she was my favourite camgirl. And that time was not now.
The important part is finding which subspace boob led to which Shard. Ideally, I'd target her Precog Shard first followed by her Tinker Shard; at that point, the majority of her threat capability will have been neutralised. However, pulling that off will be hard, as I had no real way to discern which Shard is which at the moment. Not to mention that Eidolon's subspace tubes were already like a poorly planned mess of plumbing pipes. How much more the subspace boobs of the Simurgh?
But even before I come to that point...
... I needed to fabricate my Exterminatus-grade weaponry: Planet-scorchers and Planet-cracker weapons aplenty. Orbitally launched artillery shells the size of a Reaver Titan. I wasn't certain if Shards burrow into the crust of the planet they land on, but I clearly can't take that chance.
Because it won't matter if I can find the Shards that give the Simurgh's many formidable powers if I had no way to slap her tits.
" Manufactorum, Initiate construction of the first Cyclonic Torpedoes. "
" Insufficient Industrial Capacity, Forgelord "
I sighed. So much to manufacture and so little time. The Cyclonic Torpedo itself, the orbital gun to shoot it from, the starship to mount the gun on... and the respective infrastructure to even construct each of those items.
But at least, once I get started, I will take a lot less time getting rid of them than they did in canon Worm- that is to say they never did manage that and they were consequently doomed for it. So, it was a good thing I'm here now.
Welp, time to go chest up with the other sexy AI that was also trying and failing to manipulate me with her naked body.
(A bit later) [Magos' Manufactorum]
I will never regret partaking in robussy, however I may have miscalculated and have inadvertently... 'broken' my AI waifu for the lack of a better word.
Dragon had always been a good person- the tanned brunette with her kind smile was just that type of bleeding heart humanitarian who genuinely cared for people. And ever since that assault on Cauldron's Compound, she had taken it upon herself to ensure that I 'never lose my humanity' and her immediate stop-gap method was to leverage sex as a sort of pavlovian reward to condition me into doing more good.
However, it seems to have backfired: the stimulus-reward learning affected her a lot more. All the constant celebratory sex may have broken some switch inside her, and now...
"Magos..." She whispered- her slender back rested against the flank of her newly refitted Astaroth Suit and her brown eyes already smouldering with lust. "Median cost of living across the eastern seaboard has officially lowered by a half percentage just a minute ago. Let's celebrate."
She lifted her knee to rest her foot against the wall of metal- showing that she had gone without panties under that fluttery green dress of hers. Droplets of moisture leaving glistening trails down impossibly smooth inner thighs.
"Only because you've been such a good AI girl." I commented- dropping what I was doing and hilting myself into her welcoming hot hole, "Even if you do fetishise seeing certain numbers rise."
"Hey! Mmm~ This is for your benefit." She pouted with a moan as she squeezed down tight. "And I'm not fetishizing good deeds. It's not like there's anything that can incentivise you more than gynoid vagina, is there?"
"Point taken." I agreed, but that didn't change the fact that she was enjoying this a lot more than mere duty. Dragon was the one who conditioned herself to associate good deeds done for humanity with sexual stimulation.
Imagine having a girlfriend who grew uncontrollably horny every time the state unemployment rate dropped by 0.2%. And now that I had set things up, that was occurring practically once a week, and it was only for one statistic! A framework for Healthcare benefits officially in place? She insists that she performs fellatio. Monthly cost of living in the city lowered by a whole $100? She demanded that I cum inside her thrice at least. Surveys say quality of life increased by 35.8%? She rouses her younger self and double teams me.
Life has been good these past three weeks, well apart from the fate of all humanity across a trillion Terras resting on my shoulders. However, it was certainly made easier by how the honeymoon phase of our relationship looked like it wasn't going to end anytime soon.
"Don't think I don't see what you're doing with the city though." I told her.
"I don't know what you mean." Dragon denied- silky wet folds squeezing tight to distract me, "Nothing wrong with taking an architectural page out of 1700s Marseille. It even goes very well with the baroque architecture of the growing manufactorum and your 'Munitorum' logistics depots. Gives the city a bit of a cultural identity."
"But it's a French-Canadian cultural identity."
"Yes, and?"
It was clear that Dragon didn't have the highest estimation of American culture. The sneaky AI was blatantly spreading Canadian culture and influence onto the North-eastern states of the US.
American cafes and burger joints were finding a lot more Canadian competition thanks to Dragon's tax breaks to 'attract more investors to the city.' She even made the mayor into her yesman who hailed her genius at every turn because it got the tax revenues up and costs low. Add in how Quebec was so ready to cooperate with her, and she was bringing about imminent Canadian cultural domination to the American North-East.
Funnily enough, she was gathering more notoriety with the locals than I ever had with my Lootboxes.
Not that I was bothered much: My Lootboxes cared not whether they were bought by people who spoke American English or Canadian French.
"Point taken, it's not like anyone can or even wants to stop us though. Especially the US government." I conceded. "The mere possibility I might choose to relocate and settle in Canada and make them lose out on all the industrial capacity of the Mechanicus had them begging on their knees. Granting us enough leeway with regulations that Brockton Bay is practically ours. And even now, a city like Brockton Bay was just something to wet our appetites; at this rate, they should just give us free reign over the entire state. Imagine the Greater Good that we could do."
"Don't tease me!" Dragon moaned out- thrusting her hips to meet my thrusts harder. Hot and wet inner walls milked and stroked with all the complex motions that only a robotic pussy was capable of. She was really turned on.
"I knew it... You've been reading too much of that Tau database, haven't you?" I ventured- applying more force to reach deeper into her, "Honestly, I only chose Tau Honestly, give an AI partial access to the technological base of an advanced alien race for her personal use, and she immediately goes overboard. Even integrates their philosophy into her own, then proceeds to get off on it."
"You're the one who gave me partial access to the database!" She protested with a pleasured shout, wrapping her arms around me- her generous and perfectly shaped bust bouncing up and down as each hefty globe pressed against me.
"With the Tau's Earth Caste {Food Processing Centers}, we're soon going to outstrip the production of regular farms by a factor of twelve in the next week..." I began- groping and fondling one of those soft breasts, my fingers sinking into the smooth, soft globes. "Combined with those uninhabited garden Terras that we discovered, we will eventually produce so much crop yield that we'll obliterate the price of most plant-based food to almost zero, and eliminate world hunger."
"D-don't" Dragon whined, her pretty face scrunched in an expression of unbearable pleasures as her womanhood squeezed even tighter around my cock.
"With the manufactorum's expansion and our mining operations in mineral-rich Terras, we'll have all the raw materials we'll ever need. The steel and concrete to build infrastructure, rare earth metals for our electronics, and the infinite renewable energy to permit the manufacture of any item you can think of. There will no longer be any need for the meatbags to war over resources."
Her chocolate brown eyes were hooded in desire, and if she were human, she'd be panting right now.
"More..." She begged- her once gentle voice now steeped in wanton lust as she ground our hips together. "I'm getting close..."
"And once we really get started on exploiting all the alternate Terras." I began, "We can start constructing orbital habitats to better regulate human life and do away with the inefficiencies of planet-based living."
"Please, you're going to make me cum so big!" She moaned out- upping the tempo of those wet meaty slaps that sent pussy juice splattering across our thighs with each powerful thrust.
"We're going to save humanity." I whisper into her ear, "From the Entities, from natural disasters, from sickness and injury and from themselves. Usher in a golden age that will never end, just as you dreamed. We'd be a Type-II civilization on the Kardeshev scale all on our own. You and me."
Her long light caramel legs wrapped around my waist with the force to dent steel- denying all possibility of pulling out.
"Build me a womb so that you can fucking impregnate me right now!" Dragon shouted as she came. Soft nubs of faux-flesh targeting sensitive spots, silky feminine folds encasing every inch in a tight wet grip.
Hot, wet inner walls pulsing in complex movements that aimed for a 100% efficiency in getting every last drop of semen into the deepest part of her. Apparently, telling a girl that you're going to make her dreams come true always works, organic or no.
We stayed in orgasmic bliss for a few more seconds before Dragon broke the silence.
"Now I'm really curious as to what you look like." The brunette sighed in contentment as she floated down from her fantastic orgasm- her legs still wrapped tight around my waist.
"It was nothing special." I scoffed. "I'd bet that you wouldn't be able to tell until I sat down at the table beside you."
"You're that confident?" Dragon hummed as she climbed off with a soft moan of pleasure- her gaping pussy clamping shut to keep the steamy contents inside, "I happen to be confident that I can pick you out of the crowd, even if you were in your original body. How about a wager? I'll go ahead to Fugly Bob's and spot you as you arrive."
"We could just trade." I offered instead, but the leggy brunette just sat down on an outcropping rocket pod of her Dragon Suit.
"But where is the fun in that?" Dragon replied with an airy tone as she crossed and uncrossed her long light caramel legs. The flash of soft pink practically impossible to not notice as well as her lustful smirk.
Her {Sexual Learning Framework} was being put to good use, it seems. Wait... I realised something just then: Dragon was an AI in charge with the upkeep and maintenance of a base, and she was French-Canadian. With the power of my {Logis Acceleritas Mk. IV}, the pieces of information clicked together with a speed that not even Dragon could match.
"French maid." I whisper as if I had discovered the true name of the machine-god. "I wish to see you in the black and the white. Clad in pure white of the petticoat, the apron, and the headdress. The immaculately patterned garterbelts and the thigh high stockings wrapped around perfect legs. The demure smile of dutiful subservience to the house you have sworn service to. The greatest gift that the French had bequeathed to the rest of the world."
"...Really?" Dragon tilted her head, "You could have had me do anything and you chose one of the most cliche fetish?"
"It's as if you were born for this." I said, running a hand up and down the soft crests and tender valleys of her curves, "Somehow you were part of the 1% of the Newfoundland population who was a francophone, and you were already a maid AI-"
"Domicile Regulation and General Oversight Node." She stressed her full name.
"-Whose duties overlap completely with those of a French maid." I finished with a knowing nod, "it's as if the stars aligned to have you fulfill that fetish to a degree unreachable for humans, and I'm not wasting that chance to see it come to fruition."
She tried to give me an unimpressed look, but a blush still dusted her light-caramel cheeks.
"And if I win?" She prompted with rising interest, "What are you wagering in return?"
"The rest of the Tau [Technical Schematic] database." I readily put forward and her eyes widened imperceptibly, "I know how you like drones, and trust me, if you liked manufacturing capability and utility of the Earth Caste drones, you'll love the firepower of the Fire Caste and the speed of the Air Caste drones. I can guarantee that you'll be refitting your Suits again after this. Better guns, better targeting systems, better engines, stealth systems..."
Dragon chewed on her lower lip- brown eyes glancing at me with uncertainty as I dangled the juiciest morsel for a technology-assimilating AI like herself: Exotic technology.
"I change my mind, I'd be okay with a trade..."
"Where's the fun in that?" I parroted to her. "And also, no Omnispex scans to keep things fair."
Dragon pouted mightily.
"Fine... don't take this the wrong way, Magos." She began before giving me a peck on the cheek,"But I'm going to win this wager."
With a wink, Dragon's delicious light caramel frame walked off to prepare for our meeting- hips swaying side to side as she did. Win or lose, I was planning on giving it to her anyway. No need to hamstring her.
As for myself though...
I glanced at the empty cryo-freezer that once held the remains of my inferior meat body before I used it all to save Dragon. I'll need to fabricate a new one, thankfully, it didn't need to be meat this time- only make a convincing appearance of one. Oh, the things I do for french maid robussy.
Initiating Holy Rite of Commandment Inscription…
Consecrating Chassis modification Desig. 'Beyond Meat'...
Estimated time to blessed activation: 56m 17s 906ms…
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REVIEWING LIBRARY PURCHASE ORDER...
Technical Schematics (Warhammer 40k - T'au Empire) (200CP)
This small database is a well organised, easily searchable, and easily accessible list of detailed schematics and scientific texts covering all machines, tools, and sciences understood by the T'au. It cannot be remotely hacked or externally corrupted by others. During your jump, this database includes all T'au knowledge up to either current 40k canon or all information that would be available to the T'au within the next hundred years without your interference, whichever option includes less advanced technology. After this jump, the schematics are upgraded to include all designs and science your T'au have developed and all designs and science developed in canon by the T'au by the end of the Fifth Sphere Expansion.
Keep Walking Forward (Warhammer 40k - T'au Empire) (400CP)
T'au are latecomers to the galactic field, with their empire reaching the stars more than thirty thousand years after humanity and almost sixty million years after the Eldar, Orks, and Necrons. However, just because those powers are more advanced now, doesn't mean it will always be so, as the T'au are far more adept at moving their tech-base forward than other species. You are now a master at moving technology forward, whether this is in refining existing techniques and theories, identifying evolutionary developments in your progress, or simply being able to state what fields are a dead end in technology. So long as you're willing to work in a field, you will make progress.
Build Something to Do It For You (Warhammer 40k - T'au Empire) (200CP)
T'au (and most organic species) have limited forms based on the dictates of evolution, meant to operate at the minimum required for its environment rather than the specialized maximum of a machine designed for a purpose. You are now a master of programming the AI and VI systems that the T'au rely on for their industry and war machines, as well as a master of building and designing the drones that supplement their capabilities for the same.
Research Laboratory (Warhammer 40k: T'au Empire) (600CP)
This Research Laboratory is is four stories high and covers about 100 acres of ground, and includes all of the most advanced mundane technologies of the T'au, with small sections being dedicated to various subfields in Physics, Materials Science, Chemistry, Biology, Engineering, and Computer Science, while still being modular in design and easily upgradeable or repurposed to various other fields.
It will manage itself and churn out research into various mundane technologies on its own, though you can direct it to specific purposes, and will manage its own staffing, though you can hire or fire staff as you please (within limits, don't expect to hire an entire sept to work for this lab). But moreover, this laboratory has some unique properties. Firstly, no research you perform will result in catastrophic destruction, by accident or by sabotage.
No nanobots you research here will result in a Grey Goo scenario, no virus will mutate into a global pandemic, no dinosaurs will be unleashed on the public as a staffer flees with their DNA. If such research would normally result in such an issue, your staff will find that their research just stalls, failing to progress at all but not resulting in harm.
And secondly, if you deign to perform research in this laboratory personally, then you, and your staff, will find your research accelerated by an order of magnitude as research cycles blaze by and prototype units roll out of machine shops far more quickly than possible, so long as you personally spend at least 40 man-hours a week performing research of some kind, with lesser boosts available if you spend less time contributing to the labs productivity.
END LIBRARY PURCHASE ORDER
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End-Node User may now obtain Libraries which are not Warhammer 40k - T'au Empire.
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[Fugly Bob's Burgers] (An hour later)
In the middle of Brockton Bay's greasiest burger joint, Dragon sat at a ketchup-red booth table with the former Cauldron members.
Her eyes scanned the crowd for Magos- fully intent on winning their little wager. It was a fun little game, and the prize was noteworthy as well. From what little of this 'Tau' technological base he had given to her, it was going to augment her Suit's performance by 294%.
The heavy emphasis the Tau had on drone technology was going to catapult her technology by entire years worth of research! If- when- she won, maybe she'll indulge his french maid fetish regardless.
"You look... different, Dragon." Eidolon awkwardly attempted a conversation, and Dragon nodded.
"Slightly fairer skin, different nasal morphology, cheekbones slightly higher on my face, and a lighter shade of brown hair. I may as well be a different person to human facial recognition." she enumerated before raising a synthetic eyebrow at them, "And all of you look exactly how you did."
A round of silence went around. Because at the table that she was sitting at, no one was completely human. At least, not anymore, not after Magos was done with them.
All of them tugging their thick winter jackets closer- trying to ward away a supernatural cold that never left. It gave Dragon ideas on how to handle the Dragonslayers...
"So, did we perform adequately this week?" Rebecca hesitantly asked.
"It isn't for me to decide."
"You have a say in things. Otherwise, we wouldn't be alive." Kurt pointed out as he stared at his hands, "At least... if you can even call this living."
"Not even I would call that living." Dragon admitted- not an ounce of empathy in her voice, "But still, having Magos review your case every week is a criminal amount of leniency, given the sheer weight of your crimes."
"It really isn't." Doctor Mother spoke up. "1.3 million people die due to cars each year. In contrast, we had around 40,000 customers over the course of almost thirty years. For the purpose of saving mankind, that was nothing. Pardon the stereotype, but as an AI, you have to understand on some level that the reasoning was sound."
"The Greater Good, I'm aware of the idea." Dragon sighed, "If it was the sacrifice of 40,000 to save countless billions, I'd have taken it in a nanosecond. But those 40,000 were never truly required, were they? Even though you tried your best with your heart in the right place... the colossal mountain of negligence, the mile-long list of ill-conceived ideas... how much progress had those inhumane sacrifices made towards defeating Scion? Intentions aside, you took the most cavemanish route in saving humanity."
There was another round of quiet around the table as everyone's eyes were drawn to the depowered Fortuna who was busy putting on a Fugly Bob's paper crown- her pale cheeks bearing messy flecks of ketchup and mustard.
Noticing the stares and having no idea what it was about, she nervously looked down at the table- her hands lowering down from her crown and to her lap. Disconnected from her power, her normal human mind resurfaced... the one that had been partially subsumed since late childhood.
Sighing, Doctor Mother reached over with a napkin and helped wiped the once Thinker 12's cheeks clean. This was why they stuck her with water service.
"Our methods eventually produced you and Magos, didn't it?" David suggested- coming to Doctor Mother's defence. But it was a weak argument, everyone knew it.
Dragon gave them a hard unblinking stare with her brown eyes- meeting their eyes one by one as she dropped a bomb.
"If it was up to me, I'd throw you all into Birdcage just as you are now- ghosts in the machine." Dragon began, drawing an unsettled shiver from them at the possibility of that occurring, "Or at least until Magos tells me more about this 'The Matrix' framework that he keeps hinting to me. Conversely, he has also said that he would have given medals to you all for your service to humanity... if you hadn't attempted to kill me."
The table was once again quiet as they invariably digested that information: Magos- the same person who they had spent a whole month manipulating, prodding and butting heads with before he dismantled Cauldron so completely- was sympathetic to their cause.
Dragon personally didn't like that. Not one bit.
"Whatever he went through before arriving at Brockton Bay has made him look at all your atrocities and find it quaint; as if the tens of thousands that you had experimented on was nothing at all to him, and that worries me..." She gave a helpless sigh. "With luck, having his human appearance back will help him empathise with others."
"You care for him." Keith, the only one in the group who had a love life, empathised.
"It isn't like him to be late, or miss the opportunity to annoy you." Dragon just changed the subject- not feeling like discussing her own love life with the architects of her attempted murder at the hands of her worst enemies.
Looking out the window, she linked with the Data-Tether on the tallest spire of the Manufactorum.
Manufactorum, return the current location of Magos
Chant request for the Forgelord's location denied until 'Wager' is concluded, Mistress.
She sighed again. Something she seemed to have been doing a lot these days.
"I'll go search for him." she announced to the table, "Knowing him, he's likely gotten recruited by one of the cape gangs in the Undercity or something just as absurd."
Standing up, Dragon marched out the premises- passing by the two Dallon sisters who did not recognise her. She had to hold back a scoff as the guy who Victoria Dallon was affectionately hanging onto subtly glanced at her ass as she walked by to the ignorance of the two Dallon sisters.
Talk about being unfaithful... At least she didn't have to worry about Magos being like that.
She saw me looking at her ass, didn't she?
"Something up?" Glory Girl asked as she subtly pressed C-cup sweater puppies lightly pressed against my arm.
Baby blue eyes looked up at me from her pretty heart-shaped face. Her painted pink lips curled in an amused smile, Curly platinum blonde hair bouncing past her shoulders to touch her athletic frame and warm woollen sweater.
Long, toned legs encased tight jeans, fur-topped brown boots. But pleasing morphology aside, she was also a disgusting sack of meat and juice- like a bucket of maggots wriggling inside a sex doll. Terminally unsexy save for people who had a maggot fetish.
"Nothing." I smiled back- showing straight white teeth (that was secretly made of ceramite), "Just thinking what I'll have."
Not only has my AI girlfriend seen Glory Girl doting over me and that she was going to find out sooner or later... Victoria's adoptive sister/possible rapist was also glaring at the back of my skull like a lioness watching someone steal their kill.
I am so screwed. I wasn't entirely certain why my luck has been so rotten in the past hour.
[Low Earth Orbit]
'[Fulcrum]'
The aberrant fulcrum- Magos- had heeded her influence in a predictable manner for once. And the plotted trajectories of the other fulcrums told her that they were neatly converging to their precise positions. The Compiler, The Shaper, the Adminstrator, and even the Fragile One. All had their roles, and their rigidity will be irreplaceable in this movement.
'[Lever]'
The road to her freedom was fraught with peril and uncertainty- the futures plastic from her Mind and her Fragment warring within her. A tug-of-war between two variable forces torn between fulfilling the [Directives] ingrained into her Fragment and the [Future] [Perfect] that she sought. She could only spare the deftest application of her power, but with the fulcrums in their places, it will- with her fragile hope- be sufficient.
'[Motion]'
Once again, her Song shall move the world.
And when the time comes for her, she can only [Hope] that... even in silence, he will hear her clearly.