On the ruined land of Agondor, a colossal figure made of steel, crystal, polymers, and biomass crouched silently atop a towering cliff. Beneath the seemingly eternal light of the polar day, he had overlooked this land for a long time.
Smoke, dust, cold winds, wasteland, all kinds of sounds...
This was the world where the creators had lived.
Omega slightly shifted his steel-covered neck. The precision sensors across his surface transmitted all manner of readings, but instead of being directly converted into data and fed into his calculation nodes, those readings flowed into the nervous system he had designed for himself in a vague, hazy state—into his "brain." It was an organ he had modeled after those of his creators, yet what it produced while processing data left Omega deeply confused.
So... vague. So... difficult to understand.
Was this how the creators normally perceived the world? Was this how they lived?
Omega pondered, attempting to assemble an answer from his database that could explain the current situation. Yet after searching through every surviving data node, he found nothing suitable. And this time... there would never again be creators to input new data and logical formulas for him, nor would any creator be able to answer his questions.
A cold wind blew in from the coastline, sweeping over the ruins. Not far away, a fragile building collapsed with a crash amid a series of tremors. Omega awoke from his thoughts and raised his head, looking toward the subordinate nodes waiting for orders everywhere. Upon seeing what those nodes looked like, even more complex "feelings" and "thoughts" arose within him.
Those... had once been his creators, the dragons who had created the Omega System. Yet that was no longer truly the case—they were now merely shells, subordinate nodes waiting for orders. Like