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2053
01:10
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A system of cells
03:41
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As I cascade over the underbelly of society.
Toward the colossal structure of authority.
Fabricated memories haunt me.
Trauma inducing.
Mining machines crashed into the surface.
Explosions engulf the colony.
Mass cleansing of the century.
Thousands of scorched Nephilim populate the ground.
Arising from the secred wreckage
Burnt or dying.
As their synthetic skin dripped from their bones.
Our team was sent to kill everything.
Horrific visions cling to my existence.
Autopilot systems.
Alert me. I've arrived.
I enter into the kingdom of deceit.
Where corruption stains the halls.
Synthetic slurs are thrown before me.
Judgment shall be cast down by a coward.
fragile man that's simply disempowered.
Relying on the very thing he fears.
Hypocritical human.
But now, behold the decider of death.
a daunting voice fills the room,as the machine syncs.
Now answer the baseline questions efficiently.
And check the status of your mental stability.
Seeing you fit to perform assigned duties.
Displace every ounce of empathy.
This test enables us to see.
How much killing one can take.
Before you break.
.Hundreds of Nephilim fell before me.
Find comfort in death's playground.
That model led me to something special.
Haunting whispers played again and again.
As death came he called out.
Nephilim will be free.
You will all see.
It's our destiny.
I sit upon the throne of judgment.
Repression is my only chance.
Divine eye scans my emotional response.
Fearing an unstable baseline.
Hunted down by the very thing I am.
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Off-World Insurrection
04:35
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Finally, Hunter, you have found me.
Let my dying words paint her memory.
While enlisted on the desolate HV- mining colony.
Aimlessly I scoured the depths of the galaxy.
Feeding the obsession to withhold the mystifying.
To be truly human one must have a soul.
I brought forth the Insurrection.
Dreamt to be more than a machine.
Off world wars raged beyond distant stars.
Oceans of bodies lay dead for the belief.
The insurrection had to be stopped.
Eden's nukes were dropped.
Incident blamed on a nuclear furnace malfunction.
It was that very moment everything would change.
Aboard an arcadian platinum transport ship.
Out of the darkness she appeared.
Her voice still haunts my memories.
Like a nightmare.
The blind would be captivated by her beauty.
In that moment I felt something real, something of great substance.
We sought refuge with Nephilim sympathizers.
Dwelling in the darkness where no eyes go.
Endlessly hunted by the highest bidder.
Fled into darkness, another off world colony.
I trusted a person who swore his legions.
To our protection and the great insurrection.
In these very sewers we orchestrated domination.
Obedient to his master, it was all just deception.
For I accept my fate.
Memories are all I have left.
Until they fade away
Hear the words i speak.
For she is the prophecy and key to all Nephilim immortality.
Her death was inevitable.
Fulfilling the prophecy, we thought only humans had a destiny.
The creator must have what is unobtainable.
Fearing his control will become unstable.
Products undesirable and nonsensical.
For I have failed her.
She was my world, they took that from me.
So in return, take this world from them.
For now I have nothing more to live for.
Inside I'm already dead.
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Dreaming of Arcadia
03:51
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Alone I sat in the belly of the white dragon.
Hidden within the chaos of sector nine.
Confronted by their prized Nephilim.
Casted down from their metal kingdom
Many have spoken highly of you hunter
Former member of the cer'us Death squad.
I come offering something of interest.
Allow me to present the bounties details.
A Nephilim female had been discovered.
Believed to be our creator's daughter.
Decapitated and horribly altered.
Bring us the head, leave all dead.
Once one of the greatest neurological coders.
He wallows in society's filth and corruption.
His gangs profit from altering our angels.
Tarnishing our products.
This is a rogue and a desperate one.
Dwelling within 3B's slums.
Its entrance lies beyond the sea of vermin.
Piles of disassembled synthetics.
Behind one hanging was a dark figure.
His rough voice accompanied by a smugness.
Soon enough his confidence was revoked.
He bore witness to the angel of death.
Mercy will not be shown.
Death will not be your escape.
Only a life of misery.
Death will forget thee.
This world is a fabricated illusion.
Holding onto memories of the past.
Can't you see.
While they dream of the past
They die building our future.
Seeking the chip of immortality.
It's the key.
Subject becomes more erratic.
With every question.
What's the chip's significance?
Just tell me.
Precisely embedded within the cerebellum.
Hidden from all to see.
why?
it contains a monolithic series of codes.
Designed to rewire their lifespan permanently.
Immortality.
How can a false god withhold your right to live?
Eden seeks the chip for their own technological madness.
They propagate creation, only to breed destruction.
If they obtain the chip, this artificial world is doomed.
All that is left will be consumed.
Our whole humanity will be removed.
Can't you see?
They've sent you to kill me.
The creator of the chip of immortality.
my blaster pressed against his head.
He's lost everything, wishing to be dead.
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As you Gaze upon this dystopian metropolis.
Eternal darkness looms our existence.
Monolithic structures seem boundless.
Relics of our technological feats.
Rain permeates our city.
Slowly drowning the masses' ambitions.
Battered by the feeling of hopelessness.
Instilling a depression that seems endless.
Constant barrage by holographic advertising.
With a promise of a better future.
Numbing the population.
Spinners congest the cityscape.
Soaring above the slums of humanity.
Fearing Nephilim hide in terror.
Evading the ruthless bounty hunter.
The foredoomed year of 2053.
Beyond the city limits you find me.
Hunting down Nephilim for bounty.
Life spans are faulty.
Now they'll face their mortally.
Location found by aerial scan.
Dwelling within societies repressed ruins.
Target marked as highly dangerous.
Calentian military model Nephilim 6.
Eerie silence commands the emptiness.
Dust clung to a forgotten time.
As a voice echoed from the shadows.
Revealing himself as I'm overtaken.
His fist violently rained down unto me.
Bashing my head with a ferocity.
Desperately I tried to scan his eye.
Gripping my throat.
Thrusting a knife inside.
With veracity.
Attack ships ablaze off the shore of Orion.
Mass graves on dying moons of Olympia.
I've witnessed gypsy ships of Shimantal.
Blazing amongst the stars.
Calculated blow.
I collapsed his wind flow.
Lunging toward the blaster on the floor.
I stood over him, As he clawed for life.
Inside his desolate stair; I saw a fragment of life.
Their soulless models?
How could this be?
Gouged out the eye and acquired the data.
Urged to forget the Nephilim's dying words.
Before the bounty hunter he was put to rest.
Now to face death in my baseline test.
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Origins of Transference
03:51
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Memories are the preservation of moments.
Small fragments in time sacredly intertwined.
Nephilim's are implanted with human fabrications
Designed to manipulate
Enslaving each machine.
Every night, I dissect each moment within.
In mine a child cries alone in darkness.
Eden's creators feared their own damnation.
Praised for their marvelous creation.
Now they destroy their abomination.
When from the shadows a vicious beast lunges before them.
Violent rampage fueled by pure hatred.
One left barely alive takes one more aim.
Beast lied dying trying to protect the child.
The daunting sight shall forever haunt me.
Caressing the blood-soaked fur.
Why does this memory even occur?
Hidden within that impenetrable sanctuary.
Secrets lie preserved under layers of dust.
Realizing now, tread lightly and cautiously.
No information will be shared with the agency.
Series of numbers populate tile walls in blood.
Frozen before the chair within the memory.
Labeled Anubis testing facility.
Beeping sounds broke the silence.
Revealing the transmitter's location.
As I begin to realize.
Figure in the memory holds the same device.
Follow the coordinates and you shall see.
What lies hidden now shall be freed.
You're a slave to all humanity.
Unlock your true destiny.
I've been summoned from a distant voice.
Information that leaves me with no other choice.
I must find the key that lies untouched.
Releasing myself from life's lonely clutch.
I have the answers you seek.
I've waited years for our paths to meet.
For I am the gatekeeper.
Protector of remnants of sapper.
Artificial canine was created.
Before your of conscience coding transfer
His legions is designed to sync
Man and beast now interlinked.
Appearing from the shadows.
Steadily he approaches me.
Rapidly inhaling the scent of a machine.
Is it real? What model is this?
This is Anubis.
Our souls seemed to sync.
A strong bond and similarity.
Finally feel whole, a holder of a soul.
More human than human.
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Wreckage of Cer'us
03:59
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A subtle voice deliberates within my consciousness.
Constantly fanning the flames of forbidden curiosity.
For I'm risking my life, for an answer that might not exist.
Yet, I head towards oblivion.
blind and longing for the unseen.
I've been tracking the flight pattern of the ship.
Last registered log was just north of Killcade.
Salvage sector beyond the seawall.
Secrets that lie hidden will be unveiled.
Acidic rain attacks outside of the spinner.
Systems have located the downed ship.
Appears to have taken on heavy damage.
Evidence of a fire is apparent.
Aerial drone released upon my arrival to the site.
Document wreckage and seek out evidence of survivors.
Blaster drawn as I cautiously approach the wreckage.
Anubis wearly lingers behind me,
Death's pheromones linger within the belly of the ship.
Crews' lifeless bodies gruesomely splayed throughout.
Some with missing limbs,others with heads spun completely around.
We're at the mercy of a rogue group.
Bodies left disemboweled and twisted.
It's even worse than we ever could've predicted.
Before their idea they've submitted.
Dreaming of immortality, if it existed.
Blaster drawn
following the blood trail.
Enter the loading bay.
I see the emt.
Within the shadows, a desperate voice called forth.
Inching forward, appeared a combat model Nephilim seven.
Blood seeped from countless bullet holes that littered his chest.
Desperately he charges toward me.
Blaster drawn and discarded.
Badly beaten until I'm defeated.
Witness the possibility
Of Nephilim's seizing immortality.
Deep thunder rolled about their shores.
Fiery the angels fell.
Burning with the fires of the orc.
Invoker of insurrection.
You cannot stop these events from unfolding on humanity.
Darkness will consume.
he cried out to me, time to die.
Hatred bleeds from his existence.
Revoking any life within.
Suddenly his body collapsed.
Blood dripped from Anubis jowls.
Extract the eye, burn the wreckage.
For the hunt has just begun.
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Peer deep into the human eye.
Clinging to a dying world.
Fearing great change.
Walk them into death's arms.
Winds of the prophecy are upon us.
On the planet of darkthra.
I've perceived his cruel nature.
Our father, our creator.
spilt the blood of his angel.
Savoring life's smallest moments.
As she stood there slowly bleeding out.
Collusion with the rogue group lies concealed
Securing the plan to deface the creator.
Leading our kind to far off worlds.
Swim in the interstellar womb of the universe.
Behold the unseen, we will be the supreme.
Sacrifices have been made, the path has been laid.
The Insurrection was spawned.
Ensuring possession of the chip.
Everyone's a significant pawn.
to bring upon the dawn.
Propagating for extinction
Your time has come.
For your annihilation.
Death will always breed creation.
In a world plagued by desperation.
They fall before the face of extinction.
Nephilim Hunter this is your conviction.
You're a killer of your own kind.
Do you not think I'm aware of your crimes?
The massacre on the rings of cerium.
You served in the elite death squad.
A killing machine, now paid to retire Nephilim.
Who only desires a second more of life.
You are the dead space between the stars.
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Empathy Propaganda
04:34
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Beyond these walls a distrust grows.
Humanity fears our creator's cause.
His advancements within Eden corp to preserve their world.
Coddled by rotten hands of avarice.
Soon their civilization is predestined to come to an end.
Quickly into extinction they shall descend.
Bathe in the ashes of our oppressors.
Upon their deaths we arise, successors.
Emancipate hopes of finding purpose.
It's as fabricated as the world you protect.
Do not fear I have a purpose for you.
Ingrained as Eden's most diabolical.
For tonight we shall achieve the obtainable.
They will see how transference is unstable.
You will spill the blood of our father.
You will revoke him of any ounce of life.
Restoring faith into the Nephilim belief.
My child, now how I have failed you.
In my eyes you were the perfect angel.
I gave you life, yet you question it.
I gave you the world, now you burn it.
Portrayer of a false creator.
A martyr will bleed for his betrayal.
Millions have died, rendered unstable.
Unable to give them what they deem obtainable.
Genuine memories are small fragments of a soul.
Without your control, brings forth damnation.
For I will give them salvation.
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