Why Didn't Someone That Powerful Wipe Out Those Winged Freaks in Heaven?

In the Void.

The rain of silver machine oil, vast enough to drown a galaxy, stopped without warning.

Every silver droplet suspended in the vacuum

froze at that moment.

Ling had been convulsing in agony, as though she would fall apart in the next instant.

Then her body went still.

Across her cracked, mirrorlike face, where garbled code had been pouring out,

the raging data streams seemed to receive some supreme command.

They settled instantly.

It felt

like a supercomputer spewing error messages, its CPU overheating and seconds from exploding,

had suddenly been unplugged

and fitted with a Core Processor from a higher dimension.

"Bzz..."

A faint electrical buzz sounded.

In the dead silence of the universe, it was piercing.

Ling slowly raised her head.

She made no other move.

She did not even attend to the severed half of her electronic ear fin.

The ugly cracks across her face

healed before the eye.

The silver liquid metal grew smooth as a mirror once more,

reflecting the Stars scattered across the sky

and Yang Yu's faintly amused figure.

But her eyes had changed most of all.

Those Electronic Eyes, once blazing with savage red light and driven by nothing but the logic of slaughter,

had turned a blue of unfathomable depth.

No anger.

No fear.

Not even a trace of emotion belonging to a "living being."

Only absolute reason, cold as an ancient, bottomless pool,

and the lofty, indifferent Divinity of one looking down on ants.

Before, Ling

had been nothing more than an advanced AI programmed by the Mechanical Empire.

But "Ling" now

was the consciousness of a High God, truly descended into this Shell.

"Interesting."

Ling spoke.

Her voice was no longer the shrill electronic synthesis it had been before.

It had become airy and resonant,

with a