Prologue part 1

Everything in the world has a purpose - no, not just the world but the whole universe. Roles have been assigned whether it be directly or indirectly, distinctive or indistinctive to every single existence. Mind my use of 'existence' not 'living organism'. This is of the fact that words like living or dead applies to the substances or matter that possess life - but the word 'existence' ranges to a much broader realm , applying to even our whole universe at large. Not just the living but both the life and the lifeless, as in even a stone or a Radier-based drifter or even a whole planet at large scale is worthy of being deemed as an existence.

If that's the case, then just as how a living being can cross to soulless, so then how exactly does an existence cease to exist?

Yes, your thinking is that for a stone you just have to send it flying straight into a pond, right?- no , that still doesn't satisfy the criterion of universal non-existence due to the fact that such might cease to exist in your scope of eye view but still does exist on a wider sight outside your view.

You might also make the assumption that :"ok, all I have to do for the stone to relieve existence is to grind it to dust, isn't that so?", Wrong again.The statues of the stone still remains however as a different more negligible form of existence , one that not many people will consider as so.

Then what exactly is true extinction if I might as again? Simple . In only two words - TOTAL OBLITERATION.

But how could such a feat possibly be even imaginable ? you may ask . The answer lies at the Grand and decided authority of an ancient occurrence, a being whose existence can never be quenched, a god yet a creature in physical, with age rivalrous to that of the stars, a force of nature in itself, the finite infinite - unlimited. It's work, it's speciality, it's results .....

The dry earth crackled and wavered intensely, uncontrollably like a dry clay, resulting to lots of man-size chasms branching at various angles tearing at the earth like striations. It's surface being anything but smooth and leveled as flakes of grasses and earth matter were displaced and dispersed violently into the atmosphere.The earth groaned and rumbled in pain as the disturbance worsened, barely able to withstand the ongoing upheaval wasting away at it's surface.

Hundreds. Yes, more than one thousand two hundred human automatons - bionic organisms, were deployed from the humongous radier-engined waver called - The Modem. Ten drifters trailed slowly but steadily at it's behind ,all creating air current that swept away at the dense dark clouds.

The Modem - elongated and in semblance to an airship, with the exemption of being about a hundred time in size. It's almost mercury- like, sterling silver plated body gave of an eerie appearance totally standing out from the swirling , storming atmosphere. The waver( Modem)was supported in the air by Radier-powered field generators situated at it's underside, echoing blue circular waves of hyper-frequency enough to graze an entire mansion off its foundation. It glided steadily almost serenely, in the deep clouds that tried in vain to conceal most of it's voluminous presence, making almost no noise like a slowly approaching terror of the sky, except for the strained workings of the generators giving off noises similar to the screeching of a metal fork on iron- extremely loud up close and very disturbing,Yes.

It exuberate an aura of war, gliding gently in zigzag pathways like the movement of a paramecium - but very, very slow.

The automatons were lunched from numerous circular and swollen metallic lines of symmetry from the Waver - streaks of faint radiation and gas gave way from the numerous holes formed like a dent as the cybernetic organisms were lunched non-stop like a gunshot with no recoil. They went diving straight, piercing through the great blanket of swirling grey cotton that covered the sky like missiles, the atmosphere wreaked with the stench of metals.

These automatons were initially like numerous drops of conical thorns, drilling through the dense clouds which as soon as gravity deport them straight into the dry earth floor - etching lots of crater in the earth with smoke and dust suspended above - the said cybernetics will cause the spread of their bodies from it's compressed conical state. Their artificial bodies morphing into arrays of complicated shapes, with lots of metal plates and cables trying in success to inter-connects. Rows of rod metals curved into rib cages carrying stripes of radier vessels containing it's precious luminous fluids; slim but sturdy Sonic silver alloy plate encapsulated some parts of the wired body with the exemption of the side of their ribs and shoulder bearing miniature wind turbines for cooling during the rigorous activities they're about to undergo, which is their first and may as well be their last - their smooth plates reflecting a nice sheen effect.

They, of more than a thousand stood firmly atop the stressed earth with zero emotion, only that of fulfilling their creator's wishes. Yes, their creator. With a distance of about a thousand meter above the sparse grassy earth far above the atmosphere, the figure stooped confidently over the top of a moving drifter , human arm crisscrossed over cybernetic arm as he watched the unfoldings taking place far below. His soot and oil stained labcoat flailing wildly in the sky wind and a gravity defier perched onto his back resembling a jetpack - he watches the unfoldings below - Surprisingly, with a smile gradually growing at the corner of his right lips - a proud grin. He knew all he has to do was to send his signals via infra-radiation for the massacre to commence, not war to begin; yet he still waited ,waited for the liegua force to bring their utmost best. Oh! he loved a good challenge, he cherished them.

After more than sixty slow second of no action, he brought out an old geared pocket watch from his innate pocket, it flashed the time to his shadowed face revealing a rolling bionic eye etched by his forehead with lots of entwined blue wires running along the undersurface of his skin. He immediately hurled the chained watch back within his ruined labcoat : "about time", he thought, "After their complete annihilation, all that be left, be it to get damn stuff...... Purplestar "he thought . He hastely raised his one cybernetic arm, horizontal over the whole area of spoiled space and air in front of him.The army he controlled down at earth were smaller than ants from his view. He could feel the heat and the flow of the " luminous fluid" along the interwoven and inter coiled, snake- like translucent pipes, wiring roughly around the length of his raised bionic arm right from his core at his chest blazing blue heat in the dullness of the sky.

With a full ****** of his arm ,and a semi-radio voice which boomed not from his mouth but at at a device perched on his throat, he yelled in deep concentration, " SIGNAL BOUNCER: radier infra- flexion! ", at that instant, in less than the click of a finger, ashes of whitish blue radiation and sparks burst forth in the form of a large explosion - a large outburst of blinding light and white smoke. It blasted down the sky like the eruption from a volcano .

The expression of having a silver lining in despair literally happened. Portions of the dark ,vortex- like cloud was stained in glowing white for a moment of time before the effect gradually dissipated. The streams of light raged at high intensity and wavelength, coursing through from the cloud, momentarily darkening the whole earth plain.

Then it finally occured- the area below the atmosphere , not exempting the bionic men were bath in the barrage of gas and radiation resembling millions of tiny arrows of light and Lectro air.

Great tearing noise of Lectro current pierced into the already beaten earth shattering the whole area causing more irregular striations and rifts like whiplines, to wreck the ground.

Truely, with a great outpour such as that, nothing was expected to stand unscratched, in one piece. Not even the sorry earth - but,

Shadows. yes, shadows in the wafting white gas creeped all around, becoming visible . They then turned discernable as human- like silhouette. More visible as indistinct metal creatures designed using human morphology. Their stumps on the sorry earth floor and clatter of their body parts stemed through the quietness- becoming louder, becoming unbecoming to the ear. Yes, they were like a menace taking the form of rows of cybernetic persons: warriors. Gas strolled from their sleek Sonic silver surface in addition to little sparks, their marching reverberated and thundered from the vandalized patches of grassland down to the core of the beaten earth creating a mini-earthquake.

From afar, deep in the swirling vortex clouds, the robots perceived the signature voice of their creator , unmistakable for for any other: " oh! my children of war, move ONWARDs!", he cried, his voice diped in estasy.

They stormed and they raged like puppets, arms and knees swinging like a wild vigorous war machines which they are . Their radier core engine embedded at their chest gave off faint blue emittion , combusting for energy at high efficiency while expending radier fluid, and as they dashed forward their weight stabilizer boots left their deep marks despite the hardness of the soil, signaling their high mass.

Embedded with numerous sensors of different functions, one 'rolling' cybernetic eyes scanned the whole area of wrecked grassland for their target, giving off sophisticated combinations of EM-radiations as they shifted the joints of their necks to and fro. At their creator's signal, their field distortion weapons were brandished.

Though from afar these weapons might seem paltry - mistake not, for these are radier-strengthened weapons radiating faint yet still extreme fields around the 'action areas' of their weapons.

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