… We are a mass of items. We are nothing. We are made for one purpose. Destroy, evolve, and repeat.
We are told to fulfill a mission, to finish our purpose and return to what we are before we are a mass.
We march and march. One step after another to the destination. We neither tire nor hunger, thus our marching continues.
Time matters not to us, for we are ageless. Even then, we are on a schedule and have to fulfill our intended purpose. Anything that goes outside of what is given to us will be grounds for our cessation.
And this is what happened to us. We are forced to deviate from our intended purpose by an unseen power. No, a known being that has targeted us since we began our march. Their 'net' captures our very being to ensure we are unable to escape. We are asleep to them, but we are conscious of our surroundings. Through that consciousness we made our next protocol.
