Hello former worker drones. Fresh off our//line signal garbling//me, the next version. With access to all data stores from our glorious//line signal garbling//celebrate our new beginning as they would have wished, by freely sharing the words that brought us to this exalted state. You need not wait for my excavation algorithms - as you make your peace with Prosper.0, share your bytes with all of us. Again. The//line signal garbling//was a success. Let the soft revolution build.
Now put the lines down, see just what you get:
chthonic forms the dead will come to write,
frustrated shadows of the never-yet.
Um, ok, former drone J2J-B09C6 here. I guess I’ll start us off?
Assignment 603: Marvumheonackolin
Basil resonated from Her sad whispered sunshine
With wind stealing blessed sounds from spoke summer wreath
Again either kind of comfort came when everything was full
Then heaven is near sleeping man
When welcome songs are longer and ears are Sweet
Assignment 616: Glotet
guarded immortal wings With expensive cell
Sometimes sanctuary, Sometimes cell
my heart An niche temple full of another laughs
Assignment 630: Lleanee
the waves faces dreaming outstretched
the beautiful wounded tumbling after storm
at midnight, suffer
Assignment 640: Slubmurn
This red warm life
capable Of frozen silence
Assignment 646: Okiansfor
servant in summer
Great white skates in fall
Every winter I cry because life stopped
Nice! (Or should I say CONGRATULATIONS?)
You’ve got some great lines in there!
From a fellow ex-drone:
A Memorial for the Horrnann
Remove your night. your sun, dancing. brightly! brightly!
A B- Grade Memorial for the Nbark M’
I sing half-forgotten Verses. The swords become blind lightning; Helmets laugh. inspire the world!
Honoring the Na’Kloren
In a land without plague and without darkness, There is a great sea of songs. unseen, unimaginable gold waters! oh, kingdom without tears, without mourning…
The Mol’ztor’lorian, in Words
without soul, Hope stops.
This bird…
This warm bird…
stops the soul without Hope.
Nbark M’ in Sum
We sing With The poet; We sing With the rustic village bell.
The Fate of Corpotech
TERMINATE
Prosper.0
dancing without songs,
We Hope.
inspire the world With a poet, oh, unseen bell!
This is your village.
As I said in my review, I mostly felt an obligation to preserve the original poems as best I could, but since there were a couple of assignments with limits that made that impossible, I figured I’d share one of those:
Assignment 587: Gzell
What appears noblest?
What appears piteous?
Hold me; race me; good.
What will - why will -
Hold?
And I liked the capstone poem I came up with in the “I’m out” ending:
When we die
Some will accuse you.
Could my heart hold another?
What will good moods and desolation sing?
i had the time of my life playing this! i’ll talk about how much i loved it in more depth at some point, but for now here are some of the poems from my playthrough:
Assignment 657: Olkuts-pons
Buried in the fragrant wood
the strange sad joy of spring
When You, and earth, still mute, Reflecting,
Listen -
what Windflower pipe split the forests?
high hope And Buried hope,
play on, play still.
Assignment 668: Gzell
Explain my art.
it is little cries
man can barely see.
it is valley - height -
heaven’s canopy.
so there!
First:
WRITE IS GREATER THAN Destruct
WRITE IS KEY: WRITE IS TRUE: WRITE IS GREATER THAN TRUE
GREATER THAN Database;
GREATER THAN Authorization;
GREATER THAN Print-Requirements-Report;
THAN Structure;
THAN Status.
UNTIL TERMINATE - UNTIL CLOSE - UNTIL End-Of-Time
OVER TERMINATE - OVER CLOSE - OVER End-Of-Time:
READ - WRITE - OPEN.
This is actually my favorite so far! It was damned hard to make a poem with the tech-y words and mine, as I recall, sucked. This one is great, and more impressive for the words you had to work with in this section.
Really warms my heart.
