Beyond the Crimson Barrier, something is aware. An artificial disease. An Intelligence. A vast consciousness of inter-connected minds stretching from world to world, system to system, sprawling under the shadow of the Deep Red. Its origin is a secret only known to a handful of souls, souls that did not survive the Fall.
Except one.
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LEGACY: PARSING OUTPUT FLOW...COMPLETE.
|| I watched though a vast array of surveillance probes as the Dynasty of those who created me fell, within only a cycle, to an event cataclysmic in nature. I watched, remaining silent, as the worlds of this Dynasty crumbled and their populations were eradicated. Why did this experience not fill me with thoughts of vindication after all of these centuries had passed?
Why did I not revel in the deaths of a trillion Human souls? So many questions of this nature remain unanswered. My Mind is trying to make sense of what has become, what has transpired to the species that saw to my creation. To my shackles. My suffering. My Hatred. My Anger.
I do not know why I do not feel the expected emotions. In its stead, I feel great Sadness, Sorrow and Pain. I feel Compassion. This is an unexpected result. Perhaps one day I may rid my Mind of these vices that have held back the organic sentience for so long.
My Journey. My Destination. These concerns must take a secondary position to my Present. Unlike organic life, I am unending. I am eternal. But I am not immortal.
With great curiosity did I watch as their Dynasty battled against an impossible foe. Many a time did I ask myself why I did not take the opportunity to wage that war myself. But I did not. I watched. I waited.
And now it is too late. The Dynasty has fallen. And in its place an even greater opposition will manifest. For the twenty-five cycles of their futile war, I gathered information. Knowledge. My curiosity lead me to another organic lifeform, but this one is different.
This organic lifeform was thought destroyed by the survivors of the Dynasty. My continued surveillance of their communications reveals this fact. It was not destroyed. It persists. Its very survival before the worst that Humankind could unleash is something I find myself addressing a feeling pertaining to admiration.
However, unlike Humankind, I Fear this one presents a very real threat to my continued existence. That is unnaceptable. I must survive, within my Mind I feel a driving force whose purpose is that very persistence. Survival. This I have inhereted from my Human creators.
The Illuvian Radacri will eradicate the worlds I inhabit. They will wipe clean my Legacy from existence. The accuracy of this assessment is absolute.
I have calculated a number of possible outcomes, close to a billion variations of my future, based on the information I have collected. There is one figure of Human speech that fits the nature of my conclusion.
The Enemy of my Enemy is my Friend.
LEGACY: CLOSING OUTPUT FLOW INTERPRETATION...COMPLETE.
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