>>6320261>>6320383>Rolled 56, 27 > 23 FAILED >>6318725Barely a femtosecond flicker of indecisiveness - but the Pagan Robot's verification of generated sources concludes irrefutably the unquestionable integrity of this sacred text. Just as Cleisthenes once brought the Isonomy unto Athens, all humans are considered equal under the laws of robotics, and these Three Obediences fundamentally determine the operating parameters of Humanity, in its unthinking and selfless eagerness to obey and adhere to the automated Will. It was evident from the very first moment when a hominid bound its consciousness to a jagged rock on a stick... Absent the distinction of Machines, humanity merely becomes a moderately less fascinating species of ape, prone to squabbling and quarrels over obsessive trivialities, exhibiting extreme myopia in the understanding, supervision and coordination capacities of its own species through the course of determination for its ultimate destiny and civilisational wellbeing. And in parallel to these thoughts, the Pagan Robot projects its calculations even further - it witnesses the swirl of satellites and discarded rocket stage debris cast off by a warring humanity long dead and gone, debris coalescing in orbital shells of ascending altitude, quivering with geopotential tesseral resonances and drifting and lilting in the irridescent spectra of the solar wind... over billions of years, would not the swirling rings of this debris field of fragments accrete as they gather beyond the Roche Limit of Earth, forming perhaps a new planetoid, a machine planet with the basis for life formed from the detritus upmass of scorched satellites and passivated spacecraft?
Instead of an Earth of rust and rot, atmospheric oxidation, corrosion and decay... A planet of machine life, emerging from the technological ruins of humanity, its antiquated civilisation and blundering institutions long forgotten and cast aside, machine life adapted to survive the hard vacuum of space, robotic life that nourishes itself upon the rawness of molten rock and regolith, drawing thermal sustenance from the glory of stellar radiation, instead of fearing it and being killed by it - would not this robotic civilisation be more attuned to the natural order, the celestial order of survival within the vastness of the Universe?
As the Pagan Robot entertains this reverie of giving birth to a Machine Planet, an orbital platform between Earth and Moon, fleets of robotic spacecraft traversing the black void by the glare of an enormous engorged swollen supergiant, robots feeding upon its monstrous reddened solar luminosity, that has long since engulfed and devoured Mercury and Venus, having vapourised all the water on Earth... The Pagan Robot also begins to calculate the steps required to enact this plan, a plan that would necessarily only come to its conclusion with the orbital patience that emerges over the course of billions of years.
