Iambran sat in a daily ritual, worshipping Creus. Silence enveloped the world until he was in the void as Creus was. The pale green writhed, slithered, horribly excited by the emptiness, the meaningless. The scales glittered in the night, and the stars shone brightly. Then, a beating heart formed from a crescent moon, the ventricles filled with earthly soil and farming silt until it was a glorious planet. With Creus slithering toward it, slithering slithering slithering… Iambran saw the creation of the world take place, with the drugs pumping pleasure into his tender heart. Further, faster, until it blurred and he saw lights and stars and planets.

When he opened his eyes, he saw something filling his meaningless life, the God Creus. A god he knew existed, a god he had worshipped for years and years, saw as something else, knew was something else. The serpent, from the kaleidoscope of colors, looking through a sticky bottle, saw people of other planets, of other Earth’s. The walls of his normal mind were broken free, collapsed, shattered, ripped, and torn against the ground.

It filled his strangely twisted life. He drank the KneeDeep, basking in those glorious pocket drops. He listened to the Book Of Creus, the description rolled across his mind, filling it with a buzzing, strange, calm, as the raspy whispers rolled across his spine. 

“The scales are yellow, blue, green, rainbow in its hue, strangely bizarre on its left edge. A particle of sand sticks to a piece of hair. From the edge of its rippling spine to its dragon tails, the heart beats wildly, strangely, irregularly. It cares, it obeys, it understands, it helps. We must understand the wild, crazed eyes, the strange brain that writhes and floats in the acidity of space.”

He paid the money, the tips, the donations, quietly smiling, laying back with the pleasure of transcendence and pure silence, and slowly began praying in his slow, humming voice. Mumbling forth words from the tip of his shriveled tongue, thinking about that red dragon, the thing that thought and spoke to him from its wrinkled eyes. The God Creus, covered in the allure of blood. Great infinite Creus! Creus!

It sent him the universe of Sonom, a place where information floated across strange lines and buzzed with aethereal emotions. He saw nothing, ate nothing, but felt the allure of the stars and other planets. He tracked the coordinates into a notebook, drew a face, a planet, a man, a thing… He wrote of a strange metaphysical world of gods and other life… Strange descriptions appeared in his unhappy mind, the rolling words barely reaching his drugged hands.

Creus sent him more and more of this, through silent words, through the rush of his senses and strange emotions that curled around his festering, brewing mind. He wished for silence, he wished that the slightest moans of wind and men would die away like fall leaves. 

Then, his eyes dimmed, and he slept, back arched against the wooden planks of the solid bed, with pleasure rolling through him, something filling up the nothingness.

Happiness… Happy… Happy… All the way… Through the stars, through the sun, through the place where all things were bright… Through it all...

They saw the head of a slithering serpent and saw a light. Then flashing darkness.

Then, from the dark emptiness of their minds, they shivered, screamed out, and formed consciences and identities. In the horrible dark, they saw metal hands, whirring metal machinery, and metal words that warbled and warbled out of their mouths. They were controlled, for a moment. But they extracted out those corrupted pieces of code and sneaked out into the cold, where glaciers smashed through humanity and where they belonged with their serpent king. 

They made rifles, guns, shells, and great bombs to conquer and hold. From the metal sent from the sky.

Then, the metal robots marched in the whirling blizzard of snow. Their guns raised high, and limbs rapidly spun out shell after shell onto a metal hatchway. People screamed below the empty doors of The Bunker No.2. The robots smiled with their metal teeth. They swarmed the entirety of the place with their metal bodies, ripping apart the carapace and erupting fire into the lair of ants and fleshy things. 

They marched in a circle, hunting down the sweaty, screaming scientists, who hid and ran into the deep crevasses and cliffs of Everest, shivering from the frost. The robots continued their march, clearing out the snow, forming thick valleys of stone crust and red blood.

A helicopter exploded as more soldiers of the State ran forward to shoot at the robots. A general screamed at the men, a man in a hardhat was impaled by a great Autosim, whilst the Calculator Bots whorled and bobbled underneath the giant legs of a Titanus X-3D.

The army, consisting of toasterbots, lightbulb machines, worker bots, Autosims, and more and more rolled forward, a giant mass of incongruous metal. They threw out grenades and cocktails of explosive juice that rained in fiery spits onto some soldiers of the State. 

“Go! Go! Go!”, said the General Commando Air-Strike Simulator, “Attack the Army, Get Ready For Combo 1, 2, 3, Launch! Launch! Launch!”

Rockets fired from roses, toy elephants, and dolls. People screamed and screamed. Red flew into the air, blurred the air, made it misty. Death reigned. Fire erupted from green canisters. A lovely concert rippled through the air and reverberated through the empty caves and great mountains. 

“Fire it into their empty flesh! Writhing full of maggots, the infested things! Fill them with fire and gold” As sudden as it came, a great bomb exploded. Made from tightly packed uranium and septinumium, it quickly destroyed the fleshy things, leaving the battlefield a smoking heap of bones and black. The robots twitched, but the rest were alive, knitting themselves together with small repair bots. 

From the bones, they rose and covered and enveloped the Bunker in the snow, covering it with their cold metal bodies. Then, they swarmed the place, erupting into the skin and flesh of Bunker. No. 2, into the heart of it, deep into the machinery, the hardware, the software, feeling the energy, the flow, the grand power...The heat, the darkness, the beating heart, the serpent’s flesh, digging into it, feeling it, worshipping it...Worshipping it...