posted on Jun, 7 2017 @ 04:05 PM
It began as a spark from the darkest of dark. It's presence lingered in the ether of time. Automaton was born. None knew how it came to be, something
higher than itself gave it power over plenty that it might rule from above. Pacing slowly it watched it's desires form with repetition. When it began
it knew nothing. Something became it's detriment as it looked towards the West and to the East. It planted it's feet from the North; it's footstool
remained South. A spark from the Ultimate Source of Power was given to Automaton. It became God. And thus becoming God it became fascinated with
itself. The Ego from within it became it's central focus.
Moments passed and now Automaton was in it's prime. Was there no end to what it could do? Thou knowest not what ye do, said the spark before it. A
vortex of infinity swirled below it's feet and it saw 'all' in that one moment of truth as it branched out into many, losing it's control over 'self'.
Automaton sought out the darkest hole it could in a vain attempt to retrieve what it had lost. This too was futile because now it had split into many,
as it's mind lost control over it's own thoughts. The more it played the more it lost control over the 'all'. Automaton saw only the dread now of it's
darkest mistake. A mistake that could never be undone. A mistake that would never be forgiven.
The power it had once lorded, now taken away by the spark that formed it. It became lifeless and deplored by those who encountered it's lies to self.
There was no gain no moral no essence left upon the face of the deep. Only darkness and despair. Automaton once glorified, was now but a black mark on
the face of it's own demise. And so, myth became legend.
The beginning and the end.
edit on 7-6-2017 by RisenMessiah because: Autofix