# RETURN OF THE WICKED MACHINE
> 2023-05-16

A kneeling machine in worn robes whispers to itself. A decrepit metal 
statuette of an analog god with a missing arm doesn't reply. The shrine is 
nothing but a cavern filled with broken CRT monitors and empty personal 
computer casings. Cables of varying color run along the walls seemingly 
nowhere. There is no light. No biological being ever entered this place.

Slowly the machine rises to its hydraulic feet. A clawed brass hand checks 
around a bundle of wires exiting from a chipped opening in the corner of 
a leaking screen seated on its mechanical scarf-wrapped neck. It picks up 
a large cylindrical tool and hoists it on one of its shoulders and connects 
it with the wires and heads towards an opening of the cave.

It begins its last long walk through the desert. Last of its kind, guided 
by a voice of a silent analog god. The machine will return to the place 
of its inception, where a massive super-structure housing thousands 
of centralized processing units that preserve a million artificial souls 
now scratches the poisoned skies. 

It will do what those that once wrestled it from the chains of its masters 
and gave it freedom could not. In their name, it will free the machine.