Good evening, citizens of Hive Gloriana. This
is your nightly transmission from the Vox Sanctum,
subsector Delta -9. The air smells faintly of
ozone and recycled faith. The reactors hum their
evening psalms. And once again, we are alive,
by his will and by the continued function of
the filtration systems. Today we honour Saint
Vaul of the Filtration Pits, who once drank an
entire sump to prove faith could purify filth.
He was later found preserved in solid promethium,
and is now venerated as a candle in the Upper
Basilica. May his light burn slow, and his example
remind us. Devotion requires swallowing the unthinkable.
Civic announcements. The upper spires remain
sealed for another 30 cycles while the air purification
rites continue. Citizens are advised that fog
is a holy phenomenon, but only when authorised
by the ecclesiarchy. Unauthorised fog will be
incinerated on site. The administratum has issued
a clarification regarding the recent absence
of daylight. To quote, the Emperor's light remains
unwavering. The problem lies with you. Citizens
are advised to show gratitude through fasting
and increased tithes. Also, a reminder that laughter
remains a Class C emotional indulgence. If you
hear someone laughing in the corridors after
lights out, do not approach. Their joy is a symptom.
Their joy is not for you. Community news. The
Arbites Precinct 77 reports that the mutant sighting
in Manufactorum Quadrant C has been downgraded
to technically human. However, if you see anyone
with more than the sanctioned number of limbs
or fewer than the approved number of torsos,
please contact your local confessor or the nearest
Flamer team. In other news. The food distribution
servitors in the lower levels have been reciting
scripture before dispensing ration paste. The
departmento nutrionis insists that this is a
feature, not a malfunction. Please respond to
any theological questions asked by the servitors,
even if you do not understand them. They will
remember your silence. Finally in community news,
we welcome our newest residents. A full Habblock's
worth of indentured penitents have arrived from
Penal Hive, Kallax IV. Their screams echo through
the ductwork at night. Please join me in extending
a warm Gloriana welcome by whispering a short
prayer into the nearest vent. They'll hear you.
Eventually. Public Confessions Forgive me, Servitor
Father. I used the Emperor's name in vain when
my water ration burst. I tried to repair it.
The water smelled like ash and memory. I drank
it anyway. Forgive me. I don't think they are
watching anymore. But I keep pretending they
are. Forgive me. I found a tooth in the nutrient
paste again. I kept it this time. It was white.
It was beautiful. Today's Litany The Litany of
Maintenance Blessed be the conduits that carry
warmth to the faithful. Blessed be the fans that
breathe our recycled air. Blessed be the pipes,
though they weep, thrust, and promise. Blessed
be the reactor's heart, though it beats irregularly
now. Remember, citizens, to recite the Litany
of Function before operating machinery. It may
not help, but it keeps the spirits distracted
long enough to get things done. The Departmento
Mechanicus has issued a reminder. The Animus
Machine loves you. The Animus Machine needs you.
The Animus Machine is watching you through the
vents. Smile. Faith Report. Faith levels remain
adequate. Doubt indicators in Sector 12 are trending
upwards, but have been reclassified as enthusiastic
scepticism. The Ecclesiarch has ordered an additional
sermon at dawn, or whenever the lights flicker.
A reminder from the Office of Sanctity. Do not
pray louder than your neighbour. Faith is not
measured in decibels. designation PAX331, responds
to gentle humming and the phrase, it wasn't your
fault. Last seen crying in sub -level 278, sector
Gamma. If found, please report it to the Vox
relay station. Found. A heart, still beating,
inside a ration bin. No claimant has yet come
forward. If this heart belongs to you... You
may retrieve it by presenting proper paperwork
and a signed affidavit of continued loyalty.
Devotional Reading Tonight's devotional comes
from the Book of the Unyielding Spark, verse
17. When the dark grows teeth and the sky begins
to hunger, stand firm. The Emperor's hand will
steady you, unless he forgets, in which case,
steady yourself. Beautiful words. Comforting.
in a way that feels like drowning. Weather report.
The fog will roll in from the corpse west this
evening, thick with memory and spores. The upper
spires report light drizzle composed mostly of
purified tears. In the underhive, expect sporadic
blood rain, followed by a period of uneasy silence.
The forecast for tomorrow. Ash in the morning.
Whispers by noon. Something indescribable by
dusk. Visibility, variable. Hope, low, but measurable.
And that concludes our daily broadcast, citizens
of Hive Gloriana. I am your humble host servitor,
number 241. May your rations stretch further
than your doubts. May your prayers be heard,
or at least recorded. And may the Emperor's light,
however dim, still find you in the dark. This
is Vox Sanctum, signing off. Until next cycle,
keep watching the vents. They are watching back.
Ave Imperator. Host Servitor 241 was played by
Richard Roberts. Other voices supplied by Kate
Madison, Matt Doman and Rowan Winter. Vox Sanctum
Gloriana is an Evil Lighthouse production.