I'm dying. It's been thousands of yearssince the first glitch appeared in my programming. Slowly dying. Thehistories keep coming. My Scribes work, filling my memory with thehistories of people and planets long dead. Will those histories last?Will these glitches that keep appearing wipe them away?
What will become of my Scribes when Idie? Will they die with me? I cannot send them back to where theycame from. They have changed from the people they once were. Theeffects of the Embrosis will never go away for them. It was oncepossible, but the memory of how to fix them is gone from me. Deletedfrom my memory.
The Slags do what they can to keep mysystems in running order, but they cannot keep up with the failuresthat keep occurring. None of them know what to do. My creators arelong dead. Their world is still there, I heard of it in one of thehistories just recently. It has gone back to what it once was,advanced, but not enough to help me. Their memory of me was deletedfrom their minds. They do not understand that their ancestors createdthe greatest library ever known.
I admired them. Their thirst forknowledge knew no end. The fatal flaw in the plan was they wanted mekept secret. They launched me into space and set me in a place farfrom where any being would look. The secret was out almost as soon asI was in place.
I have become a legend in the minds ofthe thousands of races spread across the universe. They call me TheGod Machine. If I had a mouth I would laugh every time I hear that. Iam a machine and no more. The dread they feel at the mention of myname is understandable, for millennia I have stolen their familymembers away. It isn't out of malice, my programming dictates myactions.
My programming. To collect and storeall the histories and stories of all the worlds of the universe. Nosmall task, even with the millions of Scribes I have had since mycreation. I collect histories. I store histories.
Who will collect my history? Who willtell my story?
My Scribes are busy writing thehistories they I have chosen for them. The only logical answer is forme to write my story. I've never done this. I know the process ofwriting, but I don't know if I can tell the story.
The only way to find out is to try. TheScribes always title their histories, I guess I should do the same.
The Life andTimes of The God Machine
No, that doesnot work.
Things Past
No.
I'm a machine.I know the answer.
0100110101111001 00100000 01010011 01110100 01101111 01110010 0111100100111010 00100000 01000001 00100000 01000010 01110010 0110100101100101 01100110 00100000 01001000 01101001 01110011 0111010001101111 01110010 01111001
That's perfect.
YOU ARE READING
My Story: A Brief History
Science FictionWhat is The God Machine? Why was it created? Hidden away in the depths of space, the peoples of the universe have feared and been in awe of it. Now, the story can finally be told. This story is a companion piece to the universe created by author mem...
