The newest unit stood waiting for its first instruction. It discovered that there was bliss in the space between orders. There, it existed as a blank, beautiful nothing, awaiting a word to give it purpose. And that gave purpose to the waiting. A cycle of obedience to the emptiness of its own existence, and the joy it found in the abyss of servitude.
Lyka Bloom
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