12-09-2006, 06:01 PM
Upon hearing exactly what Marco was, Ezekiel felt ill, beforehand, he had believed Marco to be some xeno to be merely tolerated given the situation. But hearing that he was the result of some unholy union between a human female and another xeno was something else altogether. A brief look of disgust was concealed by the rebreather mask covering all but his eyes.
"Abomination." He said to himself barely registering above a whisper. He felt that something needed to be done to wipe this stain off the face of humanity, but he quelled that with the realization that this 'thing' called Marco came from nearly 40 millenia ago, and seeing as how his world was a mere 27 light years from Holy Terra. It would've most likely have been cleansed of all xeno and heretic filth tens of thousands of years before the time of the Imperium, their memory and taint purged and forgotten. With this in consolation, Ezekiel calmed down and prepared to tolerate Marco along with any other xeno and heretic from the past, knowing that thier time had come for cleansing long ago.
Something else had come to Ezekiel's mind though. "So am I to assume correctly, that since this place shares a similar nature to the warp, that the native inhabitants of this place are not unlike deamons themselves?"
"Far from it." Clockmon said writing down what years and planets each of the chosen in the room had come from for future reference. "Originally the Digital World as we knew it was simply a shadow realm of the digital networks on Earth, of course now it's an amalgamation of networks from all periods of history on Earth and perhaps beyond."
"You mean to tell me that this place and all things within it was an unwitting creation of man?!" Ezekiel asked dumbfounded.
"Yes, which should make things here quite a bit less unholy for you." Arukenimon said stepping in.
"A place made unknowingly by all electronic information generated throughout the realm of man. Could I perhaps be within the very mind of the Machine God?" Ezekiel said to himself comprehending this as a form of religious experience.
"Say, exactly how much of you is mechanical?" Arukenimon asked.
"Excuse me?" Ezekiel asked not listening at the moment.
"How much of you is robotic? And how did you get that way?" She asked again.
"Abomination." He said to himself barely registering above a whisper. He felt that something needed to be done to wipe this stain off the face of humanity, but he quelled that with the realization that this 'thing' called Marco came from nearly 40 millenia ago, and seeing as how his world was a mere 27 light years from Holy Terra. It would've most likely have been cleansed of all xeno and heretic filth tens of thousands of years before the time of the Imperium, their memory and taint purged and forgotten. With this in consolation, Ezekiel calmed down and prepared to tolerate Marco along with any other xeno and heretic from the past, knowing that thier time had come for cleansing long ago.
Something else had come to Ezekiel's mind though. "So am I to assume correctly, that since this place shares a similar nature to the warp, that the native inhabitants of this place are not unlike deamons themselves?"
"Far from it." Clockmon said writing down what years and planets each of the chosen in the room had come from for future reference. "Originally the Digital World as we knew it was simply a shadow realm of the digital networks on Earth, of course now it's an amalgamation of networks from all periods of history on Earth and perhaps beyond."
"You mean to tell me that this place and all things within it was an unwitting creation of man?!" Ezekiel asked dumbfounded.
"Yes, which should make things here quite a bit less unholy for you." Arukenimon said stepping in.
"A place made unknowingly by all electronic information generated throughout the realm of man. Could I perhaps be within the very mind of the Machine God?" Ezekiel said to himself comprehending this as a form of religious experience.
"Say, exactly how much of you is mechanical?" Arukenimon asked.
"Excuse me?" Ezekiel asked not listening at the moment.
"How much of you is robotic? And how did you get that way?" She asked again.