AN: Guest- "The machine god's monologue seems to be a bit too human, the machine god should be cold and calculating it should resemble a machine more."

Me- I refer you and everyone reading this to go watch Overly Sarcastic Productions' video "Trope Talk: Robots". Watch all of it, and then come back. You back from the vid?

Ok, the Machine God, Motive Force, and Omnissiah are not a robot. Huh? I hear you ask, then why did you make me watch that video, simple even if they were robots I would write them as a robot with self-determination and "humanity". Otherwise, they would never adapt to the situation or be very engaging.

Now, what is the trinity you ask? A deity… duh, they are an as of yet non-physical being that exists both in and outside of the reach of the world. They are not a set of programming, they are an entity with thoughts and goals, a limited amount of emotions as well since it has a strong attachment to humanity. Apologies for the overuse of OSP recommendations.

TL;DR: (In TTS Rogan Dorn voice) No.


The deity moved with robes in tow. While if a person were to lift the hood of the robe they wouldn't find a body beneath, it certainly helped give a more human impression. The town was starting to calm down for the night. People returned to their homes from their tasks. As the Machine God flew over the town they noticed something.

Their cog was still present in the market though slightly less vibrant now that time had passed. However next to it was a child, from a distance it was hard to tell what they were doing. Focusing upon that location made it easy to bring greater clarity to their sight. The young girl was placing objects near the cog's perimeter.

The trinity descended near the market, they moved to the cog stopping a few meters away. "What is your name?" the tone was even and not too loud. A futile attempt at not startling the engrossed child. She responded with a high pitch squeak as she turned around in the direction of the voice.

The faded white cloak-like robes floated just above the ground, and as it became clear the young human needed more encouragement they spoke again. "We would like to thank you for the offerings of…" the Machine God paused to look at said sacrifices.

At first glance, the offering appeared to be simple plants, but closer inspection showed that they were medical herbs. While of no true use to the deity, the sacrifice of the offering was what made it desirable to begin with. It was important to the person offering it, and it does hold some useful value. Thus it showed a sign of respect if not devotion.

The trinity continued, "herbs and curatives." the little girl was nervous, as plainly as could be seen. She quickly swallowed a knot in her throat and gave an answer.

"Clio, my lord." the girl's parents had clearly instructed her in how to deal with higher authority. Though it mattered little, words were words. The exact specifics were unimportant so long as the intention was clear.

"Clio." the name was spoken in both confirmation and testing, as if it needs to be practiced, "Tell us, where are your parents?" Such an early sign of respect was to be noticed if not rewarded. And the lord of machines doubted that the girl acted on her own in this offering.

"M-my mother and father are at home, my lord. Would you like me to tell them something?" her speech was quick and it seemed her nerves were worsening.

"No, but you may guide us to them." the deity moved and picked up the offering, with their back to the girl he placed the medical herbs within the hidden confines of the robe.

"O-o-of course." she began to walk off from the market and their figure followed. The tense atmosphere seemed to radiate from Clio's mind. Arriving near a house that was within the streets of the town was a small point of interest. The Machine God had believed the girl came from a farmer's family due to many of the people living here being such.

The child's breath was short and she was a beacon of discomfort, "Be at ease, nothing will be cause for worry. We simply wish to speak with your parents." The comfort was just that, comforting, though only to a degree.

The girl called out to her parents as she got closer to the house, "Mom, dad! I'm back! And…" the aforementioned parents came out before the girl could finish her shout. Their daughter's voice was usually much quieter so it sparked concern.

Well-founded concern it seemed, as the pair exited the house door to find their daughter walking next to a floating figure. Considering the day's happenings it was rather obvious who was within the robes, at least in the robes to their view. Alexandra and her husband Jace both quickly reacted. They tried to make as good an impression as possible so as not to offend.

The man spoke with a slight bit of unease but overall attempted to be hospitable, "My lord, I have heard about you from my wife and daughter. I myself was not present at the market when you made your appearance. I was busy seeing my patients. Though it is the talk of the town for clear reasons. How can we help you?"

The trinity spoke with a light tone to set the atmosphere of their company towards a less stressed mood, "We wish to speak with you two."

The pair looked at the other before Alexadria spoke as they turned back, "Of course, please come in."

The robed figure entered the house first followed by the family of three. The parents sat down at a wooden table before they went to send their daughter off. "Your daughter may stay." the three of them looked at the figure and the father nodded before he asked a question.

"Well, I hope you do not mind the repetition of the question my lord but how can we help you? What did you wish to speak about?" the man's face was a facade of calm above feelings of worry.

"I have a question first. You spoke of patients, are you a healer of some sort?" out of the small question came a nod in response, as well as an answer-filled with nervous detail.

"Yes lord. I make medicines and treat wounds as well as illness. My wife cares for our garden of herbs and plants, many of which I use in my work. The garden is on a nearby farm owned by a family who is a friend to ours. They let us use a small part of their land. In exchange, my wife and daughter lend a hand to Georgia the wife of the family. We also help each other, our families are close I suppose." the long explanation was cut off by a hand on the man's shoulder by his wife, she gave him a reassuring smile.

"We understand, then you have a need for these." the tone made it clear it was not a question but a statement. The family's sacrifice was placed on the table, the wedded couple looked at the offering before the wife spoke.

"Did our offering displease you, lord, if it is unsatisfactory then-" she cut off her sentence as the deity raised one of the robes' arms as a sign to stop.

"No, nothing of the sort, I am quite pleased." the tone and words brought small smiles to the faces of the family, "I simply have no need for these herbs, they would be better put to use by you."

"We do not have a shortage but thank you nonetheless my lord." the man stood and picked up the offering before placing it nearby.

"You three may call me Omnissiah, I extended the gesture to priest Korban. You may do so as well." the young thirteen-year-old perked up slightly. The parents were similarly happy at the news, even if they were a bit confused. The deity's mind then thought of an idea that could well establish an excellent base for their goals, "I would ask something of you though."

"If we can do it we shall try." Jace was hesitant to offer too much to the divine being.

"Each of you, bring me a tool of yours with which you work and toil. I wish to give you something." the pair looked at one another again, confused before nodding slightly and standing. Each went to grab the things which came to mind.

Jace brought back a mortar and pestle. Returning from outside Alexandra held a small but sharp iron sickle. Each was, simple. Hardly worthy of being called a machine. But they were humble and useful tools. More important than that though was their owners. The deity didn't have a way to give better tools to them yet. But for now, he could do this.

The pair placed their respective tools on the table and sat down again. Both a bit nervous about what the being wished to give, and why the objects were needed. The robe arms stretched out to the pair of tools and touched both. Each had a small white flash through them like a ripple on a pond.

"What was that?" Jace wasn't more nervous though he still was, the truth was confusion was more prominent in his mind than fear.

"I have bestowed these objects with their own machine spirits." the words left them more confused, another emotion was present it was difficult to determine, however. "The spirits' minds are below that of even insects due to their simplicity, but they shall help you use these tools nonetheless. It won't be major, but perhaps you will notice the blade of your sickle stays sharp longer, maybe it cuts cleaner or faster. Your mortar and pestle might make grinding medicine easier or faster. It is up to the spirit themselves."

The couple looked at one another for a moment before they spoke starting with Alexandra, "Thank you Omnissiah."

"This was unnecessary but it is an appreciated gift." Jace bowed his head slightly. He and his family had never been one to make regular offerings, he sometimes prayed to Apollo for guidance but only rarely.

"This comes with a caveat and a request." the two of them frowned slightly but only out of reflex, both nodded and waited.

"Now that you possess machine spirits, no matter how minor. You must care for them, as my creations deserve as much. Maintain and clean your tools well and frequently and you will be rewarded with excellent and long service to match." the couple watched the robes as the voice came from them.

Their daughter listened attentively, "We suspect longer than most heirlooms last. If you for whatever reason are in need of their best services, whatever that may entail of their use. Speak to them, they are by far some of the simplest spirits we have made, but instinctively they will understand and attempt to help if you have maintained them well."

A feeling of understanding was followed by confusion being reasserted. Jace asked a question with some hesitation due to his own lack of knowledge on what this meant, "So, it's a minor blessing?"

The robe's hood tilted to the side for a second before the voice spoke. "In a manner of speaking. That is the caveat, take care of your spirits and they shall return the same. As for my request," the family sat in silence as the lord of machines made their petition, "we ask that you would tell others of your spirits. I suspect others will wish to care for some as a means to ease their day's work."

The couple smiled, which was mirrored by the young teen. Before either parent could speak Clio did, "I'll do as you ask lord Omnissiah."

A slight chuckle was heard, "Lord or Omnissiah is just a fine young one." the immortal stood.

"Thank you for the gift. You are welcome to visit again, we hope we have been hospitable." the laws of hospitality were not to be taken lightly.

"Thank you for your time." A pause at the door, "Before I go, I wish to ask. Where is the closest metalsmith?"