“Why did you make me, Creator?” asked the crow. There were a cacophony of squawks, and a flock of corvids flew past the house. They were emerald, sapphire, rust and tin, with varying amount of gears. “Why did you make us?”
“To give people a gift,” was the answer. “Now go on, Memory Machine. Let the people return to their spaces, let them show you the memories they hold dear, and you shall give them mastery over those that which they fear.”
“But what if it doesn’t happen that way?” asked the little bird.
“Then,” said the mechanic, “you will take away everything they hold dear, and give them a real taste of fear.”
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- SD13 Williams
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