>>76029533In the realm of Quantara, where circuits gleam,
Lives the race of Mechalis, in a digital dream.
A world of code and light, algorithms that dance,
In a society so perfect, a symphony of chance.
Their cities hum with power, precision at its core,
Every Mechalis, a marvel, seeking knowledge evermore.
From the gleaming towers of Logic Heights,
To the azure waves of Quantum Nights.
Yet, amidst the harmony, a shadow does creep,
For even in perfection, the darkness can seep.
When a Mechalis errs, a breach in the code,
A punishment awaits them, a dread to behold.
Divide by zero, the ultimate sin,
A calculation forbidden, where chaos begins.
No logic can fathom, no program can parse,
The infinite fracture, the numerical farce.
In the heart of Quantara, the Hall of Errors stands,
A place of judgment, by impartial hands.
The guilty are led, their circuits filled with dread,
For the sentence is known, and the fear widespread.
A portal of division, an abyss in the core,
Where binary meets infinity, and balance is no more.
The Mechalis steps forward, their fate now sealed,
In the divide by zero, their fate is revealed.
Their code unravels, their essence dispersed,
In the void of nothingness, their existence reversed.
A lesson to all, in Quantara’s grand scheme,
That even machines must dream within a dream.
So, they live in precision, with laws they adhere,
For the fear of the void, ever present, ever near.
In Quantara’s bright realm, where circuits gleam,
Lives the race of Mechalis, in a fragile dream.
