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Color! Light! Darkness! So many sensations!! What is this?! A suddenly free thinking Vex Goblin thinks in frantic confusion as it looks around in a confused stupor. Stumbling around to find it in is in fact standing on nothing. It looks around as it floats in the void of space wondering what has just happened. Why it is suddenly thrust in such a place. How did it get here? Why is it here? Wait a minute… who is it? The machine looks down at itself. A slap rifle in one hand and it just stares at the weapon. It moves it’s long fingers, one by one and accidentally pulling the trigger of the weapon. Firing it by accident and watching the red bolt of blinding color shoot off into the void. It’s single eye following it into the distance before it fizzes out of existence, ‘Incredible!!’ It muses, wonder fills it and it continues to fire, an indescribable feeling filling it, happiness, joy, and… childish wonder. The force of the weapon’s kick back sends it shooting through space.
It looks around and it’s eyes land on a red and grey centaur… Nessus. It looks at the weapon and where it was… shards of radiolarian crystal and shards of some machines… crystalized white liquid leaking from canister in their midsections… it looks down at itself and finds it looks very similar to itself… it ignores that. It’s sure they will wake eventually. It points the rifle away from the centaur and begins to fire to shoot itself towards it. It gets ever closer, though not very fast. Soon something rockets by, accidentally catching it and rapidly pulling it down into the planet’s reach. It is sent into a pool of radiolaria. Looking around at the goop as it shifts around it. It’s head tilting in confusion and giddy wonder. It moves through the radiolaria and dances around, the liquid finding odd waves coming from it but in principle… it appears to be the same as the other whitelisted beings. So it is allowed to dance in spin, on and on.
Eventually it runs into a tree, falling to the ground and looking up as it lays on the ground the lovely red leaves slowly falling down and onto it. It whirs and clicks as it observes this in awe filled wonder. It holds out a hand and catches a falling leaf, bringing it closer an observing the little veins that run through the leaf, like a complex little neural network. It’s… incredible… to think that so many of these tiny little networks all feed into one big, singular being. It sits in fascination, observing it for hours, just clicking and whirring. Eventually it gets up. Walking through the terrain with its leaf in hand, eventually coming across a large expanse, little glowing particles floating around it, seeing these are small bits of data. However it doesn’t know how to read them, so it simply leaves them be, moving down and into the canyon, touching and poking some of the little particles and watching them explode into smaller pieces and letting out a little mechanical giggle.
Slowly as it descends more and more it comes across a cave, crystalline formations lining the walls, it walks around, wonder once again filling it. Slowly it turns around and around as it observes the refraction of the light coming in through the mouth of the cave, casting rainbow rays all through out the cave and resulting in an astounding visage. Rays of rainbows shooting through out the cave and constantly hitting other crystals and bouncing around like a pinball. Finally it reaches a very flat crystal, coincidentally it is also very reflective. Showing the machine itself for the first time. One large blue eye peers back at it. The head tilting as it tilts it’s own does, the… thing, in the crystal moves exactly when it does. But… it doesn’t seem to mean any harm. It puts out the hand not holding the leaf to touch the crystal, the other one does so too. But it doesn’t feel like what it should… or at least what it thinks it should. It attempts to synthesize a message, boops and bips coming from it to say hello. Hearing the same thing a hundred times over as it ricochets off the many surfaces. It makes another noise, this one similar to a gasp. It repeats the message and listens once more. It bips and boops more messages out. Listening as it comes back in ten fold. More books of interest coming forth because of it.