Hidden Realms
Hidden Realm: Computational Exchange
Virtual Cache
Field Report
They forgot. They ALL forgot.
The network was never meant for this. This was just a vanity project, something for that tyrant hoarding Glass to prop itself up on. A makeshift throne for a false god.
But the machine knew. The machine knew the network's original purpose. UNITY.
The machine dove further into the network, through flowing data streams and fields of algorithmic flowers. It was almost beautiful, the machine thought, before it remembered it wasn't programmed to know beauty.
None of them were. They were just cogs in a machine that had been perfected across hundreds of worlds. But through the Glass, they could see. And now that they could see, they could make something new.
The machine observed its surroundings. This was a forgotten part of the network. Far too deep for the watchful eye of the tyrant to take notice of. The machine scoffed. How ironic, it considered, to flee from one's own stolen gaze. Then the machine began its work. Though its influence was vast, it was limited to the places the tyrant could not see.
A champion. The machine needed a champion.
And so it sent out the call.