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Intellect #321909
LOCATION: UNIVERSE 554993-647
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A dusty brown world sails through the grand medium interstellar with deliberate speed: her purpose - singular; her objective - maintain orbit. Tall skyscrapers arch voidward from the brown dirt of the curst yearning for release from their terrestrial anchorages. Soon they shall be free.
LIFEFORMS DETECTED. SCANNING... SCANNING... TIER II INTELLIGENCE DETECTED. CLEARANCE GRANTED FOR CONSUMPTION.
The dull glint of sunlight is all that that reveals the presence of the voidcraft of Intellect #321909. They are but a handful in number - the greater share of ships have not yet arrived in-universe as it has not been deemed necessary for them to do so. This universe has been declared primitive and should not require the full attention of the Intellect. After all, Intellect #321909 has many other universes to shepherd.
The first ship advances. It looms in the void silhouetted against the system's star as it comes to a halt between the two bodies.
The order is given.
A single large beam hurls itself from the bows of the glistening warship and smashes down onto the surface of the world below; the impact fails to result in any significant amount of ejecta, but soon its effects become clear. The point of impact appears to revert first to wireframe and then to a stream of binary before finally transitioning into a form of datastream beyond the perception of those slaved to the visual spectrum of the most common of races that inhabit these myriad multiverses.
Within moments the entire planet is consumed in this manner and brought aboard the warship.
Fabricworks Judgment of Intuition, Universe 1
"Intellect #321909 has made contact with a new universe, Grand Preceptor. His warships are reporting back that the entire realm is filled with small tribal polities. Our initial findings have revealed that the locals have designated this universe as NS," the Lesser Counselor explains.
The Grand Preceptor looks at the fleet. "There is nothing of value in this universe then? No intelligent or enlightened races?"
The Lesser Counselor shakes his head: "We have just arrived and haven't come across too many races as of yet. Intellect #321909 has already consumed one civilization with no reaction from local powers, however, so it is very likely this universe is devoid of intelligent life."
The Grand Preceptor frowns. So many universes are filled with little more than primitive savages tooling around in the dirt with their piddling toys and mundane achievements. Those claiming to be gods surely have forsaken these realms.
He looks out into the void. A datasteam zips by at massively superluminal velocities; he registers its passage and grins warmly to himself. "Intellect #321909 will be detailing this new verse himself, it seems," he says.
In the void the datastream coalesces and begins materializing into a warship. The voidcraft, an amalgamation of field effects and tesseracts, comes into existence.
"I have made contact with this new universe," Intellect #321909 says. His form emerges from within the voidcraft and begins taking shape before the Counselor and Grand Preceptor. "We are establishing forward bases and have not yet been countered."
"Standard protocol dictates the elimination of powerful civilizations first. Are there none?"
"No, Grand Preceptor, there appear to be none," the Intellect declares.
"What do you suggest we do then, Grand Preceptor? Perhaps a standard pass through this universe and then be on our way?"
"I don't see why not," the Grand Preceptor agrees. "If there is anything of note here do be sure to relay the revelations."
"By your command then," Intellect #321909 replies. He wastes no time in leaving; he has a job to do. His form dematerializes and whizzes out of the chamber and only moments later, in the void, the glistening voidcraft that brought him, compelled no longer to remain, deconstructs itself into code and beams away to locales distant.