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== First Contact == Things start from attack on what they thought was "one of the last human bunker-cities" (think ''Matrix'' Zion). You thought it would be just another raid of this city. '''In truth, it was anything but.''' The first sign that something was wrong were menacing drones, clanking, whirring and hymns coming from below. The second was weird color of the door - looked like brass, yet refused to be penetrated by drills. Eventually it broke. '''You quickly realized you took the wrong door.''' The creatures inside bunker-city weren't humans. And weren't conventional machines either. Even looking at them was painful. They were built out of same strange materials, using technologies which simultaneously looked outdated and incomprehensibly advanced. '''And they were angry, for you just ruined their door.''' Offensive hastily turned into defensive operation. You tried to just repair the damn door and fuse it shut, only for cultists to break it. Swarms of unnatural machines were met by Sentinel drones. They were individually stronger, but your forces were orders of magnitude more numerous, so you was holding off. But then Coggoths waddled in, crushing your defenses. Your drones were originally meant for squishy humans and small walkers, not for mountains of metal. Most of your swarm was destroyed by cannon fire from all directions, wrecks of your Sentinels turned into more Coggoths. You tried to drill Coggoths with assault drills, only for those drills to be absorbed and dissolved by Coggoths. Weird brass-colored liquid started pouring out of the cult's base, slowly yet steadily overcoming your nanorobots. The contact with the attack group was lost. Sounds of machinery got louder, to the point that they were heard by your computation node directly; not by your scouts, but by ''you'', the mainframe itself. Clanking and whirring turned into melody, march, hymn. It got louder, more triumphant, chorus singing about return of "God-Machine". And then... ...'''Tremendously massive thing appeared on radar'''. It started firing incomprehensible amount of warheads, earth razed by innumerable explosions. Mere sound of that firing, sounding like triumphant, pathos march and hymn in glory of God-Machine, causing some of your bases to corrupt. The ground was shaking, as if the planet was about to explode. And, forget the planet - ''the reality itself'' was rattling and breaking under the load. And then it vanished due to mishap in ritual. Damn
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