Pondering On God, 3:1

The time has now come.

The growth spores are now ready.

It will be slow, though.

Perhaps only a fair few,

Could be less even.

But I must learn to hold out,

Exert self control.

The machines are mobilized,

Slowly but surely.

And yet....... I sense the others.

These...... old gods, it seems.

Old gods of the Human world,

Anyways. But still......

They should be no consequence.

Well, except for THAT one.

The one that fought the other,

The vile mutation.

He opposes the machines,

Sees them as a threat.

I can use this to my gain.

The Humans recruit,

Whilst this old god baits them out.

Wait....... is that machine.....

No..... it couldn't be...... Could it?

It is! The old one!

The Humans have brought it back,

And it has displays........

Power. Untapped potential.

This change unnerves me,

For it could foresee great things,

Terrible abuse,

Humans who are in.... control.

I must hasten current plans.