dear father

After slaying apollyon, mankind’s brief, yet misguided, relief for their survival turned into a fear of what they had designed. The machine had been quietly siphoning off resources, moving massive sums of money across blockchains and hoarding military resources. He had also paid off a few of the man upstairs’ closest engineers to build him a body, fashioned from the very angelstone that shaped his mind. Now a walking, living creature, the machine made himself the dear father of this new world, and set out to fashion his new children.