Entry point 1
CogitatorBefore you is an ancient, but wholly typical console, intended for use by people not trained in the mysteries of ministering to machine spirits. The cogitator is completely silent, but as you approach, you sense the warmth emanating from its metallic casing — a tell-tale sign that the machine is working.
CogitatorYou discover the local data-crypt with contents collected by either previous operators or the machine spirit itself. Using your access, you study the archives stored on this cogitator.
CogitatorThe vast data repositories contain millions of strings related to receiving raw materials for processing, shipping processed metals, and schedules for sacred rituals to be performed over the machines coming off the production line... The manufactorum once operated like one gargantuan well-oiled mechanism. The last record is from two months ago.
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