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>When the last of the stray C'tan shards were contained by all the Dynasties, we were given the command to sleep by the Silent King Szarekh, to wait 60 million years for the time when the galaxy would become sterile from organic life's own failings, where upon we would inherit it, and find for ourselves new souls to claim and bodies of flesh to house them.
>Then, as apology to his race for the pact he signed with the C'tan, Silent King Szarekh severed the Command Protocols, returning to the Overlords and Phaerons their free will, and fled the galaxy to seek penance.
>Sleep became my next obsession, to snooze out my undeath and have my promised mortality back as quickly as possible.
>But before that however, Phaerokh Savarekh commanded our Crypteks remain awake long enough to manufacture a quota of Canopteks, constructs, weapons, and naval vessels to compensate for at least some of what we had lost against the Outsider.
>What exactly had transpired in that time of manufacturing, and how the assets would be divided up, I have no idea, nor had I any care to learn or petition for a share.
>The hole in my reactor where my soul should be was eating me alive, and I would not endure it any longer than necessity.
