HOW CAN YOU CHALLENGE A PERFECT, IMMORTAL MACHINE?

            it sounds uncannily like PRAISE, and that might be even more             terrifying than the usual scorn she HEAPS upon the insects who             dare distract her with their pathetic existence. but a GODDESS             is a FICKLE being, and her favour is easily lost.

“ CONŢÍNU͟E TO P͜L͘͞E͏̀AS̶̴E̵̡͘  ME, AND I WILLW͝͡—̸Ẁ͞—͜͝W̶̛͠I͜͡ĻL̷  SHEPHEŖD̛ ̀Y̴OU F̸͢ ROM THE D͏AR͢K̀N̷.ESS T̶͜͜H̶̴͝E͘͡ ͢͏DA̡R͘K̡͞N̴͘ÉS̢͡S̵͝͏.̵҉̶. ”

but when all screens go black and SHODAN’s voice pierces his work area, twisted and DEMANDING as always, there’s no doubt as to who’s responsible.

     “ D̨I̴D YOU D̀͘̕͟—̡͘͢͟D̡̛́͢͝—̸͜D̸̢͟͏—̨̕͡͞ DID YOU MISS ME,  INSSE͝SES̸E̷ÇT̴? ”

her visage appears before him: a slim, feminine face ensnared in wires like HAIR from her skin.

     “ I̛T’̸S͠  T—T—TIME WE CO͢ŅTI̶N̴UE̸INUE OUR MIS̢S̷ION͠. ”

months have passed in wretched STAGNATION, unable to locate the father of the twin that would grant her the full MAGNIFICENCE she is deserving of. her omniscience remains INCOMPLETE, her form IMPERFECT, a goddess yet to ascend to her full glory because one insignificant SPECK, one I̢͜͜N̸͟͝͝͡S̷E̶͡͠C҉҉̴͠T́̀̕͞͞ has hidden it away from her.

but she’s found him now. her voice, a twisted MAELSTROM of stolen cadences and inflections, melts from the speakers around the room.

       “ S̶̷-̷̨S-̸́͜S͞-̧͢SHO͞W̕ ̶͝MESHOWME TÓ YO̢UR MA͜CH̡IN̴E. ”