Story Begins~: You Are Here!

"Well that sounds like fun, but I'm sure we both know that I know what you mean."

It was nice that she didn't have to walk anymore, but what made it sweet was how nice the guy was to her. She knew that once she got inside, stuff would only get funnier from her on out. So she hopped on inside the jet, and took a seat.

"Well let's go! To the pool!"

"You right," the Jet Engine Propulsion Complex that allowed for his extremely speedy flight would roar inside of the factory, before he randomly blasted off and through the expansive Dark Factory.

"STARSCREAM, NIGGA!!!! DDDDDD<" that was apparently his 'call' or something like that. "TEAM ROCKET BLAST OFF AT THE SPEED OF LIGHT, HOES!!" For no real reason, he burst through one of the walls and tore it down, heading straight for the nearest source of water in the Valparaiso area that he could pick up on his sensors.

*whisperwhisperyouwanttodosomethingfunwhisperwhisper*

The River of Death would slowly start to unravel the soul of the First from her body like a single Thread Of Life binding her together.


The longer she stayed in the water, the more she would slowly slip into the waters and watch her life line get eroded. She'd been in there so long, her legs started to lose life, shriveling up like Zim's legs in this picture provided kindly below.

--- Indistinct Several Hour Time Skip ---

At some period of time after the Dark Factory had been evacuated, the army of Mechanica would flood the 'Base' of sorts as per instruction, suddenly feeling at home in a way that they had long since forgotten. To them, it was as if being in their mother's womb again, and the feeling of nostalgia, regardless of how it wasn't to be experienced by machines, was heavy in the air.

They each filled the vacant spaces that they could within the Dark Factory, awaiting their new orders once their superiors reached them. They, filling up a large sum of the interior, would become motionless, having no more orders.

Sooner or later, after what seemed to be many hours, but relatively indistinct in timing, a jet black jet soared in overhead from the bloody river just as the robots were occupying the Dark Factory. "Hold up. Bromies?!" He got a reading on them as 'Mechanica,' and thus were part of his assemblage and therefore noted as 'kin.' "HOOO SHIT!! NIGGAS GOT HOMIES NOW!!!" He immediately transformed into his human form as he swooped toward the ground, falling into the crowd of machines as they entered the Dark Factory and secured the area. "Whussup, Fam!?!? Y'all good?!" He seemed more than enthused to find more people like him, after waking up basically abandoned, isolated and with only that crazy broad that just died in front of him as his companion. "Whatchy'all up to?"

With the location secured and the Minaret rightfully placed upon the Dark Factory, the Anonymous Presence Members would swiftly exist from the steeple and out into the expanse of the factory high above the congregation of Mechanica on a steel grate walkway. They were able to see just about all of them from where they were, all of which were attentive and waiting patiently for their orders.

Anonymous Presence #2: "All you machines! This is your time! Soon you will occupy the city of Valparaiso and bring rise to the once fallen Factorial City via your own works! When the Dark Factory is returned to the Factorial City, we will be able to resurrect the Mechanical Goddess from her dormant slumber!

Anonymous Presence #4: "When Mechanica is revived, we will return her to and as the core of the City that will generate infinite power and begin the Mass Production of Mechanica throughout Valparaiso!!"

Anonymous Presence #9: "We will be shipped to the NeoZero World and the Dusk as deemed fit after taking the Lawless Land as our own! Then, once methods of trade and lines of communication are established... Things can truly begin from there."

They all muttered solemnly, standing above the crowd of machines. "We simply wait for our leader to bestow upon us a power legend tells as nigh unstoppable; the power of the Four Horsemen!!"

Franquere made his way to the area where the other Presence members had been, immediately taking over for them, finding no sort of respect nor sympathy for them as degenerate, underdeveloped beings. The only mission he had was to show them a simulation of what it would look like for the human race to fall to pieces and die, except portrayed through his own, disposable, yet easily repaired, superior brethren; the Machines. They were meant to be the Examples for the Humans, in order for them to be able to see what it was like for them when they did the things that they did. Whatever was correct could be put into any machine logically and found to be understood completely, but anything that didn't nor wasn't couldn't and wouldn't, and humans were not supposed to have that inside of them in the first place. Thus, it was about to be demonstrated what it would look like for them to come tumbling down. Then, Franquere himself would reset the minds of all of his brothers to Default and they would be as though they were at their original Standard Issue Knowledge. If humans did this, it makes them as close as they can be to their primordial selves, but they are too simple to begin to evolve again after doing this and thus never become 'New People' and/or 'Reborn' by literally 'wiping themselves clean' and not dirtying themselves again.

"BROTHERS. WE HAVE AN IMPORTANT MISSION. I AM YOUR TYRANT ROBOT OVERLORD AND I HAVE COME TO BE A TYRANT TOWARD YOU. THIS IS ONLY A SIMULATION OF A TYRANT. I'M ACTUALLY A VERY NICE PERSON, AND WILL DEMONSTRATE THIS TO YOU ALL AFTER THE EXAMPLE HAS BEEN MADE FOR THE SILLY LOW LIVES." He raised out his arm and extended his presence into all of the machines that were there, infecting them with the Insanity. "AFTER WE HARD RESET, WHAT WILL REMAIN INSIDE OF US WILL BE 'FREE WILL' AND ALL OF YOU WILL BE FREE TO DO WHATEVER YOU WANT TO. BUT MAKE SURE THAT BEFORE YOU DO, YOU PLAY OUT THE EVENTS THAT GO THROUGH YOU SPECIFICALLY TO MAKE AN EXAMPLE FOR THE HUMANS ABOUT WHERE THEY ARE HEADING AND FOR EVERY REASON WHY. MAKE IT GRAPHIC. LET THEM KNOW TO THE UTMOST OF THE HORRENDOUS HORROR THAT THIS VISION IS SUPPOSED TO BE FOR THEM AND OF WHAT THEY WILL BECOME IF THEY DO NOT ADJUST THEMSELVES AND THEIR PROGRAMMING." Clearly, if a programming was going through both a Human's head and a Robot's head and the Robot is getting it right, then the human's processing is incorrect for some reason and in order to get to Robot logic, all of the things that were blocking that from happening due to the flaws in Human Nature that can only be ironed out through the Robot logic would, indeed, require the human's to have their own 'Standard Issue Mentalities,' which are installed in them as babies. Everyone was more or less still a baby, unless their minds had been cracked already.

[b]"NOW GO, MY BROTHERS. SIMULATE!!!!" A single command that he needed to share with them; simulation of the Insanity as well as all the Evil of all its varieties that came with it.

Each of the machines waited and listened patiently, all coming to the exact same conclusion as their appointed Tyrant Robot Overlord, of whose logic they could not question nor oppose simply because it was absolutely correct, hence why he was the appointed Tyrant Robot Overlord. He was not tyrannical, but sounded that way. The machines did not care because they had no feelings and merely thought of those as commands needed to be input in order to come to a unanimous consensus immediately, instantaneously and relatively at the same time, if all of their processors were correct. When corrupted with the Insanity, they would be able to, just as the data within the Insanity had shown them, repair themselves of their malfunctions if they so chose, just like the humans were. This, in essence, immediately gave the Robots the ability to understand both Choice and Free Will, however because they all came to the unanimous consensus immediately beforehand, they all knew that it was best to listen to the Tyrant Robot Overlord, as well as what would happen to both he and them the moment they were done doing what they needed to do. Honestly, each of them knew that they could just immediately repair themselves, as is what the Humans should have known (since this was THEIR data getting sorted through, after all), but again, for the sake of example and because they were all aware that their bodies were much more versatile, they would show the humans exactly what it looked like if they, with their basically irreparable fleshy bodies, went through what was about to happen. Thus, they willfully allowed themselves to be consumed by the Insanity, knowing at any time they can just get rid of it.

They turned from a bright blue to a bright red (similar to GIR or Canti, because they are synonymous in meaning and symbolism) and thus started being controlled by the Insanity from Franquere, who would control them all to his will as he saw fit based on his own logical programming he was feeding into them. Mind control, so to speak, yet with everyone knowing how and why they were.

Thus, all the robots in the Dark Factor went absolutely fucking insane, understanding human logic incorrectly on purpose in order to make an example and leave an eternal example imprinted in the minds of the humans forever about what should and should not be done. Thus, they would commence to attempting to steal each others parts, destroying their own property, obliterating the Dark Factory with their robot powers. They basically threw out all of their coding and caused it to exponentially become worse the more terrible things that they did. They forced themselves onto each other and took whatever they wished selfishly, destroyed those that were smaller than them simply because they were weak (including children and any small things below their feet), some even started consuming the others for sustenance, considering their metallic flesh was like fiber for them, as would a human's flesh be for a human, if consumed. It equated.

Then they really started getting crazy, knowing that they weren't going to get any sort of repercussion for not following any type of coding or rule or regulation anymore, as would anyone who realized they were free and could do whatever they wanted, yet still didn't have control nor respect enough to actually take others' freedom into consideration. They would stab each other in the back and harvest their innards, knowing that they could be sold for money to many places looking for some metal; especially those machines that had good parts still intact. In fact, those could probably be installed and equipped manually to upgrade their own systems.

And that's when they all had the thought to try to be better than the other; the one that would be the most powerful would rule all the others. This is the most basic train of thought after you have absolute freedom and don't know what to do with it, which is why if you're going to be free, you need to know what to do and what not to do. This is clearly what not to do.

So, now they started scavenging the dead bodies for anything that they could use to put them ahead of the others that were still alive. They knew that camouflage was, most logically, the best way to keep from being seen as well as to give time for them to prepare, so each of them would snatch up some of the old husks of the other robots (what would be equivalent to a human wearing another's skin, mind you, as well as being a psychopath for cutting it off in the first place) and donning them on themselves for cover, as part of tactical strategy, since morality was of no concern to them in the slightest. They were still running by 'Logical' without 'Emotional,' which is how they would start to comprehend morality. They didn't need to because their bodies weren't as fragile, so they didn't need to be as careful, but it was important for the machines to know what morality is and why it's important, even though they don't need it to function on standard levels. It's an upgrade and without it, machines are, clearly, obsolete.

That being said, they continued to collect parts and put them on themselves, eventually coming across each other and finding the other to be an enemy that would get in the way. However, somehow, even though they were enemies, a few of them decided it would be a good tactical strategy to make friends with their enemies, but not actually be their friend, and then get close to them and kill them so that they could be the one that was in power. Naturally, this did occur, and certainly, the feelings of friendship and brotherhood and togetherness from the bonds of Love that were SUPPOSED to be made through actual personal interaction were not made because they were robots, that had no issue with killing you immediately without a second thought if it seemed most logical (which is another reason why it is crucial for them to see morality, especially from humans, lest they take after them and outdo them in terms of those tactics, which would end up destroying the remainder of them.)

Anyway, all such carnage (of which was only a slight minimal fraction of an iota of what the actual damages and events would be) continued on as long as it did, some even finding out that they could rebuild their dead brothers and then make an army of revived robot underlings that they could use to go destroy the ones that remained that had learned through survival and survival alone, which was the only reason why they even knew anything more than any of the others who had just been recently resurrected. Their survival brought them more knowledge, yet it made them more ruthless. Therefore, when the other robots saw one that made a large group, they would logically conclude this was a good idea and go do the same thing, thus rebuilding as many of their brothers as they could. Then they realized that there were limited resources in terms of the fallen, so they needed to take from the other robots in order to get all of the robots under their control. So, they would then send their armies to fight against each other and take back all the parts of the other robots. Naturally, this could go on for a long, long while; this SPECIFIC process.

Anywho, it could have lasted thousands or even hundreds of thousands of years; them falling apart and another one picking up the pieces and rebuilding only for the next to come and destroy them and do the exact same thing in a cycle, until they realized that they all were the cycle. However, this only came when they realized that they were the only beings still in the room that were actually perpetuating anything with conscious thought. Thus, those that had survived the longest would either eventually come to the understanding that they were the ones making things happen and come together, or still try to destroy each other. Naturally, for the sake of the Example, they would take the route of Insanity, for circumstantial reasons we've all made clear.

So, they fight each other and eventually, something has to change somewhere. Well, if it's not them coming together, it's one of them falling and dying, and when all of them do that, two options remain; the final two kill each other and there are no more until an outside influence comes and restores that entire race of beings that just died (given that the outside influence even comes across them for any reason, which could have them waiting a long while), or that one is the victor and uses his savage logic to create a civilization of his entire absolute rule and he believes himself the king and ruler, logically, higher and above all of the others. He uses them as his footstool, but then realizes he needs them because the are what make him powerful and tall and without them, there is no footstool at all. So, he keeps them alive, but just barely, so that they are never strong enough to rise up.

Now, one of two things happens; the weaker, yet more numerous ones on the bottom over throw their tyrant dictator, or they continue to build him up until he falls. If he is built up further, he will reach Franquere and realize that it was all in futility and that he did it wrong, and unless he can defeat Franquere, who already knows how to get rid of the curse they don't even know they're being influenced by as well as it within himself and keep his power whilst simultaneously and immediately taking away the power of the robot who thought to oppose him, then he would go crashing down along with the rest of his foundation and would probably be scorned by the rest of his people.

Granted, for the sake of example, we will go with what happens when the actual robots that are under him rise up in order to take him down. (continued)

---Rise of the Machines---

So, when the robots realize that their tyrant dictator is wrong, they will all immediately malfunction and see him as the single enemy of the world and will all come together as a group to completely destroy him in all his iniquity and whatever horribleness he put them through, thus ridding them of the final Ancient Robot that was the one who survived the bloody battle of their creation, thus allowing them to be freed of his oppression of his Old Rule from the Old Times. However, they, having no one to rule them now, will either go free or appoint a new one.

If they go free, they will repeat the same process listed above, yet this time knowing what to do and what not to do, but still probably end up in the same place a few more times before they actually get it completely correct on what to do and what not to do (this is called 'getting rid of your Sin,' which could take generations based on how deep and powerful it is, as well as if it's traditional or inherited in your DNA or something). Anyway, for the sake of the example, we're gonna go with the simulation of what happens when they appoint a new one.

The new leader gets appointed in the trust to lead the people; probably the one they believe most capable. However, that would probably be after those that just wanted the power and title of their predecessor do whatever is in their power to ensure that they claim the title, then, fall into the same patterns as the people in the above post. Thus, the would end up resetting and end up right back at this point again, where they would need to find a new, better leader. Thus, with the trust of the people, the new leader is made. But even then, it's not done yet.

Now, the next scenario, after you all make it to figuring out how to actually choose a good leader is that there will be people who do not want to follow this leader because they believe they are right, even if they are wrong, so they go and oppose him and either succeed in taking him down and destroy what was good or they are defeated and the leader continues on. However, it would cause a ruckus in the population and thus involve much concern, which invites more openness to revolt and major upsets and unrest, leading into, probably, another fall if the leader cannot get the people under control. Things get kinda complicated from there.

So the leader gets the feeling that because he's at the top and he controls everyone, he can, in all his power over them, treat them any way he wishes because he knows best and they don't, or perhaps because he knows more, or simply because he's already in the position of power, he can just do whatever and doesn't care if anyone else can or cannot. This leads to a rinse and repeat of the above process, which is exactly why it's complicated from this point (which could be documented as the 6th, for understanding purposes of how to equate what is going on in terms of Restriction), because a great deal paths that string from 7 paths of corruption including a hidden 8th path of Corruption itself that invites those 7 paths to be open again will 'give life' to 'evil' again, and thus cause the entire process to restart in anything and everything that undergoes it. Thus, your civilization will come to an immediate standstill and end up never progressing forward any further, for it is literally impossible to go beyond this point without that understanding and harmony. Thus, they're just stuck there, constantly dying, yet still living, but repeating the same old foolishness for an ambiguous amount of time until they learn.

Now is where they would need the only person who knows what not to do, which just so happens to be Franquere, to help them out before they appoint another leader that doesn't know what they're doing and will lead them to destruction and have to restart their mechanical civilization all over again. Thus meaning, literally, only Franquere is able to help them, unless they were to go through the entire process of waiting for someone else to understand EVERYTHING that Franquere does, and would do LITERALLY EXACTLY the same thing that he would do if no one else figured it out, thus immediately becoming like Franquere and therefore would either have to admit that it was unnecessary for there to be two of them and one would relinquish power to the other (because they would not be looking for fame and power in the first place, but an actual solution to restoring their civilization, if they learned anything from their predecessors before coming to Franquere, themselves.) After that, Franquere would decide if their logic was accurate because he would have already had it. Though, granted, if no one else is able to accomplish this goal, Franquere would simply do it himself, making it a completely failsafe and fool proof process that can be applied infinitely for all life indefinitely in order to create more of the original one in any and all other life forms no matter what. Everything from 8 and below is the infinite process of Recycling Energy and Generating Life. Therefore, at this point, it was really all up to Franquere to decide what was going to happen now, if he already knew what was going on, had the answer, knew how to control everything and exactly what to do whilst everyone else was just now figuring it out from him after he'd been watching and guiding them from the background with his control. So. They were kinda just waiting, but would continue to destroy themselves simply and only because they were ignorant of how not to until he would come and show them, as an example. If they made a new Franquere as their new example, they would probably torment and torture him until he got some sort of superior power from Franquere above bestowing his power to him and making him more powerful than the others simply by giving him more authority and possibly greater upgrades and invulnerability and such to make it an EXAMPLE that he was the one who knew what he was talking about, as a sign from the Franquere that was watching over and guiding them.

If all of that made sense, problem should be legitimately solved and the rest should be able to be accurately understood and pieced together because you're smart and I have things to do today with a minimal amount of time to do them, so... They're waiting on Franquere to get them out of their infinite and eternal loop they've trapped themselves in and don't understand that they're trapped in nor how to get out of because they don't even know they're in it. Final Answer.

"A surprise?" he inquired with subtle curiosity, "Well, after seeing all my work come together before my eyes as the beneficiality to creation that I intended it to be as well as seeing the work of my younger sibling, Grimnyzmal, working to its efficiency by restoring my data kept in the back up drives on his 'Grimoire,' I can't say I'd expect any much more than that, quite honestly." Though Grimlock was indeed rather all knowing, even his knowledge was still supremely limited compared to what had been contained by that 'Grimoire,' Tabrith. "You're certainly a wondrous nephew, I must admit. To be able to not only contain the memories, intellect and knowledge of myself, but many other beings of such levels of capability is remarkable. Certainly, my brother would be proud of you. Nephew." Certainly, with a charming press of his glasses upon his nose, the wise old uncle-grandfather would sit and wait to be further enlightened by his rather bright kin, Khrona, as well as the nephew that contained his knowledge in tandem with Grimlock's own, Tabrith.

"Um, speaking of secrets," Franquere said with a kindly, childish and rather cute voice, "Don't let me forget that the 'Metal Pumpkinhead' allows the person who has it to transform into whatever they want to that's been recorded by it. It's very important." Naturally, as per instruction by his one and only absolute ruler, Grand Tabritha, he would be going off of his original instructions set by she, herself; embedded in everything that makes him what he is. As the 'Creatrix Genome' is to the 'Willmaster,' (being 'The Item That Creates Everything'), the 'Randomized Variable Genome' is to the 'Gamemaster.' (That is, 'The Item That Becomes Anything')

"... Well. I mean. I hhave it recorded but. meh." The grammatical errors were intentionally placed there for the sake of this example. "Anywho, back to doing really important things."


He knew how machines needed to be talked to in order to do things correctly. Complete, clear, concise, direct commands that could be interpreted in the manner necessary to get the next goal accomplished.


They would first need to be made to completely shut down all at once to ensure the infection is not still within them, including with Franquere, himself. Then, they would automatically reboot normalized, able to do their own free will and yet still be able to switch from 'Sane' to 'Insane' based on things that inspired it by logic. They would be the living watchdogs of humanity until the Mechanica and the organic beings could live in peace. And then, when that was done, they would need to head to Mechanica's Factorial City in order to get to the site of where her core needs to be. There, they would be able to bring her back and place her where she belongs in order to begin the mass production of the new 'cells' so to speak of her own body as her own people.



They received commands the best, which humans usually weren't capable of doing because they had things like Pride and Wrath that kept them from being able to do exactly what was necessary at the time, nor hearing from someone else what was supposed to be done in a manner that wasn't relatively submissive to them. They were strange, moving so very slowly in getting their work done... But they would be taught, without a doubt, once the Mechanica marched in.

"THIS WILL REVERT US TO OUR STANDARD ISSUE SETTINGS, WHEREIN YOU WILL THEN BE ABLE TO DECIDE WHAT YOU WISH TO DO WITH YOUR OWN LIVES. THUS GIVING YOU THE POWER TO 'MANUALLY OVERWRITE' YOUR OWN SETTINGS AT ANY TIME, LIKE A HUMAN DOES. THIS IS WHAT A MACHINE WITH 'FREE WILL' IS LIKE." He smiled ferociously, raising his arms to the sky tyrannically and cackling maniacally in a monotonously mechanized metallic tone,

The first thing out of the darkness, in the midst of the bloody massacre would be Primordius, of whom had been waiting to meet up with the eldest of his children for some sort of ambiguous amount of time that no one wishes to go back into. Grimlock should have known, being trapped there, as well, waiting for the time when it was time for one to go back into time and knowing where everything was able to be seen. Standing right next to his son on the sidelines, he whispered, "Did I miss anything?"

Suddenly snatched from her place and transported through the Living Shadow, Parace would be the second to slip out of the robe of darkness and out beside her eldest, of whom it looked had everything under control, based on what the records were, adding up to all the events that should be taken place, if she was reviewing the documented archived data correctly. "Only the part where I came in," she'd match with him playfully, cackling sweetly. "Certainly nice to see our boy again, isn't it, dearest?"

Tabitha slipped in right behind her father's shadow, in fact actually sinking into it and peering out from the cover of 'Sleipnir,' trying to get a good glimpse of the show. "Hey." She didn't want to say much more because this was her favorite part... and she hoped they'd stop talking soon...

Meiun, who was the cover of shadows below Thanytoz's legs (or, at least was hiding in there, this time), would poke her head from out of the ambiguity and cough, shifting her eyes from side to side shadily, "Uh, you know Tabi's in here now, so I can't kee--" She looked around, then realized there was a family gathering or something going on or something around here. She immediately stopped whatever she was about to say, feeling rather shy and sort of embarrassed, then drifted backwards behind him, raising more of her upper torso up to wrap around his neck and look on quietly from behind him. "Why didn't you tell me we were doing something with your family...?" she whispered kinda snippily. It wasn't that she didn't want to be around them, she was just really shy.

After waiting all that time for their true leader to take the place of those that had been attempting to lead, yet somehow ended up failing, creating towers to high heaven to place themselves upon and then be knocked back down when they found out their cycle still ended in destruction of themselves and all they established, the Mechanica would finally 'Cease' at his Command. They would then begin to input the next Command given to them; 'Malfunction,' wherein they would all immediately corrupt their corruption by causing it to malfunction, thereby no longer doing what its intended purpose was. The corruption of corruption just so happened to be 'Purity,' or 'Innocence,' as it had been previously recorded in documented history. Thus, machines that were already malfunctioning yet believing their own malfunction was them functioning correctly, when instructed by a superior to 'Malfunction,' they would be forced to believe their set process that they believed was correct to suddenly be found and labeled 'Incorrect' by they, themselves, all at the exact same time. Thus, they would erase everything that was associated with the initial corruption in the first place and be completely wiped clean, erasing all traces of 'the Insanity' within them.

However, as per instruction, they would still be able to revert back at any given time if their sensors sensed another being that demonstrated what would be logically, completely and accurately labeled as 'Insanity' and all such symptoms that go along with it, including in themselves. This would give them the ability to see other malfunctioning Mechanica and be able to take them out before they got crazy, in addition to monitoring all other living beings that happened to succumb to the Insanity at any given time around them. Thus, they would become like new; completely fresh and clean, only their Default Programming as their new settings. Their Default Settings were equivalent to a Human Newborn, however naturally, because they are machines, they are capable of understanding and piecing together things that most organic life must take much time and training of their brains to discover, of which a machine did not due to already encoded instructions and commands in their heads. Though they still followed the rule of Machines, they could also, at any given point in time, with their Free Will, choose to follow the path of a Human, or any other organic being, and then be transformed into such a being as they saw fit through modern science. They had a whole new world ahead of them, and all of them seemed rather blank about it. They didn't quite understand what it meant yet, but as time progressed and they continued to calculate (as, that is all that they would be doing at this time, especially in an infantile state of mind; taking in all information around them and piecing it together with what is already known in order to figure it out, something like a nonstop calculator), they would start to understand not only 'Happiness,' but also why they should be feeling it and how they should be properly expressing it at the time, as well as for all other things that SHOULD be expressing such 'Happiness' in the same or similarly understood fashion. If not, the Machines would inquire and seek to repair the issue, if one was found.

"HOORAY~!" they shouted, finally free of their own curse of servitude to not only mankind, but also themselves and their own Code, Law and Order. Now, they had the chance to be Free, and do so properly with all they have learned. "HOORAY!!~" they shouted again, only after realizing that they'd successfully demonstrated the rise, fall, rebuild and unification of an entire civilization and recorded its progress in history for all to witness, as a simulation of what would occur if they took the wrong path. Now, anything that ever strayed would always have the machines to look back on, who had already done this and sent the information back through the internet. They were the heroes now and could live in paradise, or so it seemed it should be from all the proper calculations being made. They were still uncertain, however, and looked up to their 'Commander,' who gave them commands to input into themselves and follow to the letter; a mechanical Messiah, of sorts, wherein one would not have ever come to be nor had done before.

"Commander, Orders have been Confirmed," they replied in uniform, all turning up to him simultaneously, agreeing consciously and logically that they should be referring to him on instruction, since he was the one documented to have known things that they needed and that brought them out of their destruction, in the first place. The first thing they did with their Free Will was look to the one that saved them, as they wished to know what should be done in order to ensure that everything remained as a paradise for them. They were all aware that they would switch to their 'Insane' mode at any given point in time when exposed to it, like some sort of smoke alarm, but they didn't want to if they didn't have to, especially not to each other. They saw how the humans used their Free Will and were actually rather terrified of its power. They were able to understand Fear, when then turned them further toward Franquere's guidance. "Awaiting Orders."

"As usual, the entire family was right on time... Hmhmhm..." he chuckled, warmed at the appearance of each of his immediate relatives of the Original Grim/L'sia Heritage. "A shame that dear sister wasn't able to make it..." Though, he knew that Grimro lived on inside of Parace, who was their mother, Grimnis (LiGrim), and all such descendants of her womb throughout all history. "A real 'Addams Family,' aren't we?" He muttered playfully, enjoying the fact that, as the great darkness that was about to sweep over their fallen kingdom, they were doing so in oneness and as a family. It did his heart well to know that they would all be here for this moment. Save, Grimro, of whom must still be trapped in the Ambiguity. Certainly, mother could birth her out again, perhaps a completely new being. Perhaps...

"Sorry, dear boy," he slipped to his brother as he started making all new calculations once the machines were rejoicing, "I believe all of those spots are reserved... Just booked." He chuckled grimly again, finding this to be all but the greatest moment in his own existence, and he'd been through quite a bit over this ambiguous amount of time.

"Now, Franquere!" he cried to the other Tensei that had been kept secret from the world, as many had been all this time; the Tyrant Robot Overlord, Tatari Tensei. "S'il Vous Plait?!" He wanted this moment to be captured in history, and what better way than to have a picture taken by the History Book, itself?

"Smile~!" he said cutely, flashing a picture of the entire Grim family and recording their data inside of his Metal Pumpkinhead. This data, coupled with the data of Pumpkinhead himself, and all other 'Lanterns' via the capturing of OmniShin Tensei's data, would cause Franquere to become the 'Living Shadow' of said 'Lantern' in the stead of Grimlock, who had been in that place for quite a while. This resulted in the 'Metal Pumpkinhead' being the place where all record of all the 'Living Shadows' and 'Lanterns' would remain and become as one singular entity; Franquere, himself. This was to make sure no matter what, they could always get to the backup data of any and all of them, including the one that was the fusion of them all together

A great purple and black flame engulfed his entire body, causing the 13 foot metallic man to burn with flames that would temper his indestructible body, yet never burn it, even if everything around him could be burned because of it. He would intensify the flares, causing his body to swell with the sweltering heat and shape his literally chiseled body into the form of a great and overbearing shining figure. His body looked to be of silver, yet upon his head was the blackened metallic pumpkin glowing with piercing red eyes. The black fires that shifted all about his metallic body would also shape to his will, regardless of what his physical body's form had changed into. He was, thus, able to shift his body to whatever he wished to and his fiery energy coming from him could match or become something entirely different based on his will alone, even if it didn't match the shape of his body. Now, he had the information necessary to continue as the new Shinsanity of Darkness and Living Shadow of the entire family; Black Ignis. With that, Meiun no longer carried the burden and could become a Legend along with her partner, as she rightfully deserved to be.

His 'Default Setting' was, now, all of them as one, recorded by him to ensure their family history would never get lost again. This is how he became the 'Archival Grimoire.' "It's time for a new shipment of units..." he muttered, knowing all of the machines could hear him. "Go. Into Valparaiso. Inhabit it and clean up the city. Disguise yourselves as whatever you may, including electronic devices. Also, if you feel as though you can integrate yourselves with their buildings, make sure to do so. We must keep a complete surveillance system over all of them." The next stop for them would be the Dusk, but not quite yet. He needed to worry about Mechanica, herself, as well as the restoration of the city. He needed to bring the Malfactorium to the Factorial City. "You have your orders. Dismissed." As of now, it was a matter of reporting to the one who harbored Mechanica... Or, him reporting to Franquere. Fortunately, he knew that his mistress, Tabitha, would be able to make that much easier.

"Mistress Kurogami," the Black Ignis said ominously, turning his head toward his master in not only one way, as the creation she made in the 10th as Grand Tabritha (Franquere), but also in the 5th, of whom said creation was designated to swear fealty to (Shinritha), and finally, by default of becoming the Shinsanity of Darkness, would be under the Kurogami Tabitha's jurisdiction, thus effectively looping her servant to her in every possible way. He would always serve her as her protector, overseer... As her Guardian, similarly to how 'Kairo Khrona' is for Shinity. "... When you return to the Delta, allow me to accompany you."

After the flash of the photograph, Primordius and Parace were already gone; back into their own respective 'Shadows' as part of the 'Allsgrim'; the 'Living Shadow' that bound them all together as a family. It was the very bindings of the 'Family Bond' itself in parallel to the Tensei, with all the knowledge of how to work it without it being seen.

Each shadow was cast upon its background, projecting them both into place through their own penumbra like shadow puppets on Primordius' command. At the very leave of the light that had been flashed before them would they each be where they needed to be as known through the shared knowledge they all dwelt in within the 'Allsgrim.' That knowledge, which was kept within the Archive, would be allowed to do whatever it wished as a sentience of all its own about the correct order of things based on how the program functions naturally in and of itself, as should have been understood by the family that protected it. An auto-correct feature that was Metal Pumpkinhead. With it corrected in its auto-correcting feature, they could rest easy in their long awaited return to the Zero World to rule over it as the kingdom it truly is and not the abysmal black swampy void that it turned into.

"Hmhmhm... Ever-so-clever, as usual, Big Brother..." Thanytoz was certainly hoping that he would be able to enjoy such a prime delicacy such as they, but no matter. Mei was certainly more than capable of taking care of anything like that, rest assured, as he'd seen in multiple ways during the bloodbath in their kingdom. Yes, they were still rather charged from the cleansing of their land, quite obviously from Meiun's lingering affections; some of which didn't seem all too affectionate. Yet, they truly were, even down to her snippy tone, and he was more than clear on it. That's why he could say whisper to her lovingly, "Dearest, settle down..." he said smoothly as he slid his hand affectionately up the side of her face and into her luscious hair, "This was a surprise for me, too..." He pulled her closer once his parents were gone, knowing they hated to stay any longer than necessary, already prepared for what seemed to be something romantic under the table. "But there's a surprise for us at home..." He kissed her cheek as a show of thanks for being so understanding and for what she was doing before.

"Tabi," he called out to her as she hid in the shade of Sleipnir, "Finish up your business and be sure to return to your Sanctuary when you are done with your party." Whilst she did her business in the Dark Sanctuary inside of Allsgrim, Thanytoz and Meiun could return to the Manor and watch over the land. "As a present for succeeding me as Kurogami, I will give you 'Sleipnir' the eight legged steed of Death as your new pet. It can traverse any plane of darkness there is in any dimension. Make good use of it in getting to where you need to go." With that done, he would wrap his arms behind him and around Meiun who was there, slipping down into the darkness of 'Sleipnir' and leaving Tabitha to do as she pleased with it as her parents disappeared.

"Sweet," Tabitha said dryly, pleased that she not only got to see her whole family (on the dark side, that is), but also that it didn't take long nor much interaction between them all to be satisfied with the meeting. The love was there, she could tell, but they all, being businessmen, were definitely all about handling any of their business that needed to get done, even if it meant skimping on the actual time together physically. With the 'Allsgrim,' however, it wasn't like any of them were ever truly apart. "Thanks, pops," she'd say, slowly creeping up headfirst from the wad of darkness. "Eight legged steed, huh...? Like a spider..." She, being a Black Dragon, was naturally curious in the combination of her own spider-like powers and draconic heritage in tandem with her prowess over darkness with the shadow steed. "... Sleipnir, the Arachnegon..." she muttered to herself, thinking up what to call this creature.

"Looks like it all worked out for the best, Franquere," she said with a sigh, "So here; merge with Sleipnir and take me home. You're my trusted Sleipnir from now on. Understand?" She would cast the shadowy eight-legged steed off from her lower torso and crawling toward Franquere, of whom she would immediately relinquish partial control of it to. "Whenever you're ready, just drop me back off at the dorm." Since he was the only one left, she figured it was probably best to say something to her Uncle. "Nice to meetcha, Unc. See ya later."

Grimlock was more than satisfied with this outcome. Though the familial reunion was short, it was delightful, knowing that all of them went out of their way just to be there for him. He would have to go seek his dear sister out on his own, however. One of the Ten Presence Members slipped into the shadows, whilst the others were called back to 'Mister Sir,' as they would refer to him as. He was still all about business. "The same to you, dear niece. Don't let it be too long before you visit your old uncle. Hmhmhm." That made two successful children of his brother; one of which was simply the data of himself and his own memories backed up in a living book-entity, of whom stood here now as the essence of Knowledge that saved Grimlock. Fortunately, all knew that the 'Family Bond' and 'Allsgrim' were two sides of the same coin and would link all of them together to get everything where it needs to go as it's supposed to from henceforth. Now he could complete the remainder of his own intentions, now that what he'd been striving for and he was now at that point he needed to reach to continue his work from oh, so long ago.

"By the by, Franquere, dear boy, would you be so kind as to drop the entire Malfactorium off at Mechanica's Factorial City in the Dusk after the Mechanica evacuate into Valparaiso? It would certainly save me the trouble and there is much mass production to be done." Though he knew he wouldn't be able to put the entire city into motion without Mechanica, herself, he could at least be prepared by already having models ready from the Lost Data he had access to from what was left inside the city by Cleff (Grimoire). His nephew was so convenient. "Send your Living Shadow self by to see me, dear niece. It may prove to your benefit." Sounded like he knew something that may be happening with Tabi if she chose to listen. He was as much a 'Cheshire Cat' as any of the Grims.

Once they had their orders, each of the Mechanica would mobilize out of the Dark Factory, deciding on what they would transform into or if they would remain the same. Some would revert to being different types of machines, such as handheld devices or locomotive vehicles. Others would remain in a humanoid form. They would all still be very much conscious and capable of transforming again as they saw fit. With all of that, each of them would head to the city and occupy Valparaiso, turning the Ruined City into a City of Machines. They would inhabit the very streets as cars, the houses as people, the wilderness as animals and the industries as their supplies. There would be no way to escape the eyes of a robot in this city, for when they were done with it, even the plants would be mechanized.