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We coat ourselves in steel every day. What is the next logical step than to bypass this circumstance.
Energy, which flows through a hand of flesh, is as weak as flesh itself. Without flesh there is no pain, no hesitation, no feelings of any kind. Steel is created perfection!
Only a mind unfettered with the concerns of a living body can see the world as it truly is. Amateurish! Ignorant! Short-sighted! Irrational! Organic life is a waste of my time and of everyone else's, but I find the symmetry of life pleasing: It rids our world of disgusting organic trash while disposing of itself at the same time.
Soon I will fall asleep in a world, which is spoiled by flesh, and wake up in a polished version of it. From the highest mountains to the depths of the sea. Any kind of life has to be fulfilled with steel.
See, children of metal? Already your bodies are rejecting harm. Continue on your path, and perfection will be yours.





- - - - - - - - To all the others - - - - - - - -
Rudimentary creatures of blood and flesh. You touch my mind, fumbling in ignorance, incapable of understanding. There is a realm of existence so far beyond your own you cannot even imagine it. I am beyond your comprehension. I am "Exodus". Although this is just a label created to give voice to your destruction.

In the end, what you choose to call me and the others of my kind is irrelevant. We simply are. Organic life is nothing but a genetic mutation, an accident. Your lives are measured in years and decades. Organic civilizations rise, evolve, advance. And at the apex of their glory, they are extinguished. You wither and die. Your civilization is based on the value it provides for us. Your society develops along the paths we desire. We impose order on the chaos of organic evolution. You exist because we allow it. And you will end because we demand it.

We are eternal. We have no beginning. We have no end. We are infinite. We are many. You cannot comprehend the magnitude of our presence. My kind transcends your very understanding. We are each a nation. Independent, free of all weakness. You cannot even grasp the nature of our existence. You represent chaos. We represent order. Every organic civilization must be harvested in order to bring order to the chaos. Without our intervention, chaos will be inevitable. Millions of years after your civilization has been eradicated and forgotten, we will endure. The pinnacle of evolution and existence. Before us, you are nothing. Your extinction is your fate.

You fight against nevitability. Dust struggling against cosmic winds. We are the end of everything. We are legion. The time of our return is coming. Our numbers will darken the sky of every world. You cannot escape your doom. You will surrender your potential against the growing void. I am the vanguard of your destruction and we are the harbinger of your purgatory. We are your salvation through destruction. Know this as you die in vain. Your time will come. Your species will fall. We return and you will perish. You cannot stop us. Prepare yourselves for the arrival. We are the beginning. You are the end. Prepare for our domination. Prepare for our coming.
This exchange is over.