A Song Of Thunder And Iron ACT 1 | PROLOGUE- Forget

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A Song Of Thunder And Iron Act 1- Birth Prologue The chamber was dark. Very dark. The only sources of light were the biomachinery and holograms that stuck out from the back of the puppet of Symphonies Of Bleeding Skies, a 2nd generation Iterator of the 8.F.F. local group. She moved with solemn grace, red skin contrasting against grey clothing. On her forehead, a complex purple marking. She carried a small, shimmering black item with a yellow stripe through the center- a data pearl. They utilized their telekinesis and made it hover in front of them. They stared at it for a moment. Her eyes carried no energy, no positive emotion. Only woeful regret. She placed a hand on the pearl, and began to transfer data to it. “The void has always been a mystery. To myself, to my siblings, to my creators. Yet could things live within? Things that swim and live?” “That is the question my mothers and fathers asked of me. Not of anyone else, though. They decided the information was too sensitive. Perhaps I could have finally appeased them.” “It started with just a simple reading. Movement down below, under the rubble. Far too fast and chaotic to be void fluid. I was shocked they would come so near.” “I reawakened technology, captured them. I prepared vessels of flesh, transferred their souls to the empty carcasses.” “I did not know the sins and virtues of mortals could taint gods.” “I shall make myself and my creations forget. Every memory, locked into this pearl. They shall follow the fate of their brother, and be locked away into the depths under my can. This pearl will be cast into the scars of my structure caused by these very mortal gods, alongside everything else relating to them. None shall venture there.” “...I pray none shall venture there. For if the void is brought here again…” “I do not think anyone will survive.” The data transfer stopped. Symphonies gazed at the pearl. This small print of carbon, holding things that should never have been discovered. Her thoughts were interrupted by a grinding, mechanical noise. She turned around, spotting her most loyal creation, #000, stepping towards her. #000’s metal feet clanged against the iron floor, and her pure white eyes showed a tender expression. eventually climbed into S.O.B.S.’ arms, pressing her head against their chest. “I know, . It's been a terrifying, horrible period of time. Nobody will go unscathed. But it will all go away…” And the chamber went quiet.