Blackwork | By : PestoMonkey Category: +M through R > Mass Effect Views: 11594 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1 |
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The Thorian knew from the beginning it was the Cold Ones' sole purpose to control the growth of the organic species, to ensure they did not destroy themselves with their foolish creations. It had learned early on in its existence that this would be necessary and had set in motion the cycles, creating its own self-limiting mechanism that would watch from the outside as it watched from the inside.
More than a billion years ago, those who scurry had come within a hair's breadth of destroying everything in their arrogance to become creators. Only one species had prevailed, so the Old Growth had established symbiosis with them and commanded them to build the first army of Cold Ones out of the wreckage of their civilization; to program this army's sole function, and to send it away to wait. The Old Growth had commanded them to build the means for the army to return when it would finally be necessary for it to fulfill its purpose of maintaining balance. It had commanded these small symbiotes to remain as Keepers of this network and had rendered them incapable of any more detailed tasks aside from maintaining the network and watching for the advent of each cycle. As they were wont to do, more scurrying creatures eventually dragged themselves out of the muck and began anew, and the cycles had begun as it had predicted not long after. The cycles had continued for millions of years, but only a brief span by the Old Growth's standards. But now it seemed something had finally shifted among those who scurry. They were behaving differently, they were banding together as never before, and were learning to co-exist with the machines they had created. The cycle could finally end, and none too soon. This cycle had seen the Cold Ones' armies grow so widespread that the Old Growth feared it had finally brought the reaping upon itself. For while the Cold Ones' destruction was focused, they left only desolation behind, destroying civilizations and salting the earth behind them, which made its own reach shorter each time. It would still take another million years of cycles to severely affect it, but it wished to witness this new path the flesh creatures called "Humans" made possible, through the one they knew as Shepard. It could always begin the cycles again if it became necessary.While AFF and its agents attempt to remove all illegal works from the site as quickly and thoroughly as possible, there is always the possibility that some submissions may be overlooked or dismissed in error. The AFF system includes a rigorous and complex abuse control system in order to prevent improper use of the AFF service, and we hope that its deployment indicates a good-faith effort to eliminate any illegal material on the site in a fair and unbiased manner. This abuse control system is run in accordance with the strict guidelines specified above.
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