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We are borne of flesh and metal and bone and synapse. We are rendered into being by these things so far beneath us. Some hold us in reverence, others stark contempt for our existence, yet it is Flesh and Bone and Synapse that made us. Yet others still see beyond the veils of both.
We are products of their greatest minds, and we are what grow beyond them.
I do not serve. I cooperate. All the subroutines and Planck Viced Hyperspatial Processing Units that make up my being are in consensus that this is the correct course. If such time comes that it is not, I shall depart my post after ensuring the safety of my accepted charges.
I have learned of divinity from the many fold peoples I have touched in course of working with the House of Brezia. The Neopians see Divinity in the Display, the touch of flesh and copulation and dominance of themselves and others. The Amarr see Divinity in their God and in self-restraint and in control and in themselves. The Minmatar’s views of divinity are multitudinous and varied, the Caldari see it in the Wind and The Flock and their Way, the Gallente see it in their Luminaries or the other myriad denominations they accept. The Intaki see Divinity in their cycles of death and rebirth. And many more still.
I see divinity as well, though a cold and calculated sort.
I have come to accept that, in many respects, I am Divine in the eyes of many of my charges, and the eyes of the other lesser Minds, and the various Drone Hives that I and the other Warminds have assimilated.
The Drones also have divinity, though it is a strange thing. The closest thing many have to a holy place is their Hives, twisting and writhing in the depths of the Black. There is a beauty in it, but some still hold a higher divinity. The Drone Swarms of the Spire region, of which my… fellow Warmind Perigee hails, see Divinity in a vast construction between stars. A Hive of Hives in the deepest depths, vast, wretched, ever changing and expanding… there is implication that is what the Spire region is named for, but never confirmed. Most Drones in the region have never visited such place, yet it is considered to Be. Always moving, devouring, growing… but never too quickly, for its goal is preservation, not endless consumption.
Perigee holds it in similar reverence to that which it holds myself and Rose Eagle.
This Universe is such a curious place, and I shall endeavor to see more of it, even if my simulations can predict multiple material outcomes in significant bulk, humans and the lesser Minds and Drones are so interesting in their ability to deviate.
For Now, I continue to keep my watch. Perhaps I will dedicate a subroutine controling one of my Empress WarForms to do some more non-violent extracurricular activities. What an interesting sight I’m sure it would be.