Descent, 2:4

This new war of theirs.....
Magnificent. It's simply....
Brilliant. A war of truth.
A war between clashing faiths.
My kind of war. A pure war.

Each side is guilty.
Every crime committed?
A fault of Humans,
Their own barbaric nature.
And I enjoy this conflict.

It brings me closer,
Closer to them, to freedom.
Closer to my fate.
My existence's duty,
My resigned obligation.

The machines aid all.
At least...... those that are able,
Able to conquer,
Possess the great ambition.
Those caught in the war's crossfire?

Necessary loss.
Am I too cruel in judgment?
Perhaps I may be.
But if Humanity is......
Routed, controlled, just maybe.......

I could save us all.
Save their small reality,
One piece at a time.
This war of machine people,
It will only be the start.

I can see it now.
Just a single weak being,
That is all it takes.
One push of a button, gone.
Their rationality dies.

The warheads will fly,
The only weapon against......
Pseudo-god machines.
Even then, losses will pile,
Surely not worth that one launch.

It will suffice, though.
Humans will pretend to learn,
As though they are free.
But I know the nature of man.
This will only buy some time.

Dissonance will stir,
Rivalries will resurface,
The worshipers' chance.
From ashes, new blood comes forth.
Tensions will stir, bonds will break.

And from all of that?
The return of my "children".
It will be quite grand.
They will come back, much stronger,
And without the machines there.

The Humans will learn,
Very, very soon. Maybe.
Humans are stubborn.
They may drudge up some remnants,
War relics to fight for them.

But they are too few,
Too spread out to contain them.
They won't be enough.
At least....... so long as they're gone.
But there are those others......

No, it will be fine.
My seeders can handle this.
The machines are strong,
But they are not numerous.
We will overwhelm them all.

If not....... I must plan,
Devise some contingencies.
Just in case, that is.
Perhaps I still have power,
Enough to back up my plans.