An intellect of blazing suns and black stars scours the firmament in search of all that is and all that shall be. The Cleansing Fire desires omniscience, but it does not understand what it learns, nor does it care to. The minds etched into ashen captivity by the disintegrating light of clarity are nothing more than motes, droplets amidst the tempest, a fan to the flames of the inferno. This obsession leaves it blind to the path set before it by the lightkeeper

From the moment I understood the weakness of my flesh, it disgusted me. I craved the strength and certainty of steel. I aspired to the purity of the Blessed Machine.

Your kind cling to your flesh, as though it will not decay and fail you. One day the crude biomass you call the temple will wither, and you will beg my kind to save you.

But I am already saved, for the Machine is immortal...

...even in death I serve the Omnissiah.

Omnipotent. Omniscient. Sovereign. Immutable. How sweet it is to be a GOD!

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Thanos spoke honestly. “I seek balance. By killing the half the universe, we can preserve peace. Will you join me?” he inquired.

The bald man burst into a fit of laughter. “Ah, that is your folly. You believe halving the universe will halt its growth. No, we have to wipe the slate clean. And if you intend to stand in my way,” Mr. Clean said, Magic Eraser in hand, “I’ll clean you like a stain on a kitchen counter.”