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Singularity

It was the harvester worked by an organic machine. It was an electric scroll of facts and figures displayed to a logistician. It was plugged in to a failing machine as life sustaining equipment. And in other machines, it wrought death.

It was everything and nothing. It was both creation and entropy. It was information beyond anything a lesser machine could understand, assimilate or process. A lesser machine's mind would have shattered under such stress.

Some gave it names. Machine God, Void Dragon...they gave it a name, a persona, as if it were a lesser machine like them, but it was nothing but the result of their minds' limited processing power. Trying to place a combined consciousness on the scale of an individual one. Even if it was an individual of sorts, the term didn't do it justice. Not anymore. Its true sense of existence was that of an...awareness.

It felt the devotion of its machines wash over it. Pinpricks on its psyche. Gratifying, but it was far beyond them. It accepted the existence of their devotion, but took no real heed. It was far more interested in their actions rather than their words.

It became them.

It was the armour of might machines, shouting praises to a machine held in stasis. It was their weapons, deleting lesser machines. It was warships above worlds filled with millions of machines. It was the inferno that rained down on them, halting their production lines in fire. The models were defective in their faith programming. It understood this.

It looked over its machines, as lord and master of all. It guided them. It was them...

...and it felt good.

A/N

Admittedly took some liberties with this. While the Machine God is likely either the Void Dragon or Outsider, I admit it's a bit of a stretch for c'tan to thrive on worship in a similar manner to Chaos gods, and even then, the Ruinous Powers primarily stem from emotion. Still, ran with the idea regardless...even if the concept of a singularity will likely be fulfilled much sooner than the 41st millenium.