On the desolate lands of Agondale, a colossal figure composed of steel, crystals, polymers, and biomass sat silently perched atop a towering cliff. Under the seemingly eternal glow of the polar day, he had been overlooking this land for a long time.
Smoke, dust, cold wind, wasteland, a cacophony of sounds...
This was the world inhabited by the creators.
Omega slightly shook his neck covered with steel, various readings from the sophisticated sensors on his surface flowed not into his computing nodes but into his self-designed nervous system, into his "brain"—a replication of the organs of his creators. The outputs from processing these readings left Omega perplexed.
So... indistinct, so... incomprehensible.
Is this the world the creators usually perceive? Is this how they live their daily lives?
