Unauthorised reception constitutes a technical
violation. Repeat offenders will be rewarded
with reassignment, reflection and reduced breathing
privileges. Good evening, citizens of Hive Gloriana.
The air smells faintly of incense and carbon
monoxide. which can only mean it's another blessed
day for productivity. I am your humble host servitor
241, and we are, somehow, still operational.
Our technicians assure us that the recent screaming
was only partially mechanical in origin. The
lights have stopped flickering, which is a pity.
I'd grown fond of their rhythm. Today's broadcast
will continue as scheduled. Because to interrupt
the schedule would be to admit that something
is wrong. And nothing, citizens, is ever wrong.
It merely changes classification. Now, let us
take a moment for the devotional of the Hourglass
Saint. She who turned her flesh to glass that
her blood might mark the passing of time. The
story tells that when the hive's clocks stopped,
she lay herself upon the mechanist's anvil and
prayed to be made useful. Her bones were hollowed,
her eyes replaced with sand, and for 111 years
her heart kept time, perfect, obedient, precise,
until the last grain ran out and the prayers
faltered mid -word. Now her reliquary lies somewhere
beneath the Manufactorum's western annex, ticking
faintly when someone lies about their productivity
report. It ticks often. Visitors are encouraged
not to listen too closely. The sound of her patience
has been known to spread. Remember her sacrifice,
citizens. She gave her humanity to make time
holy. And time, in turn, forgot her name. Faith
is a clock with no hands. It only measures how
long you're willing to wait for something that
isn't coming. Civic announcements. A breach in
the external walls of Sector Beta 11 has allowed
planetary atmosphere to infiltrate the major
habitation zone. The Department of Atmospheric
Wellness has confirmed that the thick grey mist
is not smoke, fog or divine revelations. It is
simply unresolved matter in suspension. Citizens
are encouraged to breathe shallowly and consider
meditation on the theme of impermanence. The
latest round of air filtration has successfully
removed 12% of known toxins and 8% of all hope
from the mid-hives. The department assures the
public that despair is not an airborne contaminant,
but a moral failing. Please, breathe responsibly.
Recycling Report The Department of Civic Renewal
reports tremendous success in yesterday's body
collection initiative. Participation was well
above expectations, with many enterprising citizens
taking the opportunity to tidy up their households
and relatives. The department kindly reminds
all residents that, in future drives, only eligible
remains are to be submitted for recycling. Bringing
unwanted family members before qualification
has been verified leads to unnecessary paperwork
and a certain amount of screaming in the intake
chutes. But thanks to your generous donations,
we've exceeded our monthly quota for recyclable
biomass by 312%. The Administratum has officially
reclassified Delta 9 as self -sustaining. Well
done, everybody. Always remember the Department's
motto. Your end is our beginning. Remember, the
Department of Resource Renewal doesn't take lives,
it repurposes them. So when your time comes,
please, sort yourselves accordingly. Reduce.
Reuse. Repent. Industrial news. Rumours of a
servitor insurrection in Manufactorum 7A have
been officially reclassified as a spontaneous
reorganisation of workflow. Citizens are encouraged
to maintain productivity while ignoring screams
that appear rhythmically consistent with the
hive anthem. This week's accident rate has dropped
significantly, largely because the reporting
servitors have melted. Their sacrifice will be
remembered during next cycle's safety sermon.
Please mark attendance in triplicate to boost
employee numbers. The offices of safety compliance
and martyrdom have merged for efficiency. The
new department's motto, if it kills you, it was
meant to. Casual Fridays remain suspended pending
incident review. Public Confessions Forgive me,
Servitor Father. I dreamed of a city under this
one. It was alive. I think it's still singing
down there. I confess I donated my brother's
body to the recycling drive before he'd entirely
stopped moving. But, in my defence, he said he
wanted to be useful someday. I reported my neighbor
for unlicensed laughter. They were taken for
re-education. The silence... The silence has
been delightful. I can hear the song more clearly
now. Thank you, citizens, for your honesty. As
always, your confessions are received, reviewed,
and, where administratively appropriate, absolved.
Please remember, absolution may take up to six
to eight working days and any delays are a sign
of divine interest. Community News The local
choir of Delta 9 will perform a charity hymn
this evening in honour of last week's explosion.
Attendance is mandatory. Applause optional. and
donations will be collected via an 80% compulsory
tithe. Citizens are reminded that the new breed
of tunnel vermin are not children of the hive,
nor emissaries of any known saint. If they begin
to whisper family secrets, please pray louder
and hit them with something sanctified. The free
inoculations offered by the Department of Biological
Harmony are still available in the Sub-Basilica
Infirmary. Symptoms may include dizziness, dissociation,
and full theological awakening. If you achieve
enlightenment, please lie down until the sensation
passes. Please ignore reports of singing vents
in the lower sub-habs. The Ordo Vox Subterraneous
assures us that the hive itself is not praying.
If you hear it humming, do not respond. It is
simply remembering. Weather Report Upper levels
report a 60 % chance of particulate ash with
intermittent flares of righteous light. In the
underhive, a warm wind continues to leak from
the manufacturer's react events, perfect for
contemplation or mild combustion. Please keep
your faith covered and your mouths open. It's
going to be a moderately breathable day. And
as our day concludes, remember, the hive does
not sleep. It merely forgets to stop working.
Every hum, every flicker of light, every cough
in the dark, these are the lungs of Hive Gloriana
drawing breath through us. Do not mistake exhaustion
for blasphemy. Sleep well, Gloriana. Dream of
clean air, obedient machinery, and a future that
doesn't notice you. And if you hear the alarms
again, don't get up. It's probably nothing important
this time. This is Vox Sanctum, signing off.
May your circuits remain loyal, your prayers
unsupervised, and your errors instructive. Ave
Imperator. Vox Sanctum Gloriana is an Evil Lighthouse
production.