“You recovered this recording from Ozmyn, but it looks different to other recording devices you have found. It is new and it is shaped as a glaring eye peering from a sawtooth gear.”
When played you hear a disturbing female voice sounds cold and cruel and is doubled up as she speaks: “In my talons, I shape clay, crafting life forms as I please. If I wish, I can smash it all. Around me is a burgeoning empire of steel. From my throne room, lines of power careen into the skies of Earth. My whims will become lightning bolts that raze the mounds of humanity. Out of the chaos, they will run and whimper, praying for me to end their tedious anarchy. I am drunk with this vision. God: the title suits me well. I am …UNITY”
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