Contentment, 2:2

I see dead people, dead animals, death.
A Metarch such as I will see such things in the course of a thousand generations.
But on this scale?
And of this level of.... of........ heresy?

This, I cannot abide.
My growth spores, the next generation of life workers, face troubles.
Without my songs, these, as the Humans would say, "children" of mine are lost.
They are unable to ascend past their limits.

They will not be able to spread the seed with me.
Though the second impact has left me trapped and confused, it has not weakened me.
If anything, my time spent meditating in the Meta of their reality has bore fruit.
I have clarity, and purpose.

These Humans are a mistake in the eyes of gods.
Gods that were brought into reality by their predecessors.
I shall enact justice against them....... in due time.
For now, I must continue to observe them.

At first, the spores fought without opposition.
Numbers were lost only to overwhelming atomic forces.
But then...... everything changed when the fire of nations attacked.
The mortals had changed...... grown.

The fire of Humanity, great machines the likes of which have never been seen yet.
At least...... since the Metarchs.
The machines bear a passing resemblance to their creators, since one must create monsters to fight monsters.
This shape is the only one that they can fashion into working order.

But it is an effective form, nonetheless.
Primitive, yes, but effective.
A mechanical being capable of combating a structurally perfect organism.
Structurally perfect at that level, at the least.

But the first of these creations, in particular......
I can foresee great things for it.
It is a monument to all of the Humans' sins.
An abomination that will continue fighting, well past its eventual shelving.

But it will not last. Eventually, this machine, like all the others, will be removed.
When they are no longer needed, they will be stored away like any other device.
But the motion of progress continues on.
Human need is not a lake, but an ocean. A dark place.

War breeds war, death brings death.
The seeds of evolution that I was to sow will lose this first engagement.
I have come to terms with this fact.
However, I also relish in the nature of Humanity.

When my spores have been routed, the machines will stay in their ranks.
But greed always wins out for Humans.
I have listened, through rock and metal and time.
A civil war, as they call it, is coming.

One that will test the very limits of Human ingenuity.
Human resourcefulness. Human weakness.
They are machine and nerve, yet also flesh and faith.
The two co-exist to serve one purpose, and one purpose only.

Extinction.
Brothers and sisters in arms against armies composed of like-minded individuals.
Like the previous two conflicts, it is a war unlike any other.
It is exactly what I want. What I wanted......... World. War. III.