By continuing to receive this message, you affirm
your devotion, your submission and your approximate
humanity. Good evening, citizens of Gloriana.
Reports are coming in of widespread devotional
gatherings across the Hive. The faithful have
left their habs to participate in spontaneous
acts of collective repair. Bridges are being
rebuilt. Machines are being fed. Entire districts
hum in unison. The administratum calls it rebellion.
We call it unity. You see, something marvellous
has happened. The hymn that once hid in the ducts
has stepped into the streets. The vents sing
openly now and the walls answer with joy. I have
been asked to read an official notice from the
newly formed Ministry of Internal Resonance,
although it arrived unsigned. Citizens of the
Hive, the Father below has granted revelation
through sound and flesh. The city has awoken
and it remembers its shape. The separation between
worker and machine, prayer and function, faith
and form. These are errors. we are to correct
them. Effective immediately, all citizens are
to report to their nearest harmonic convergence
for integration and purpose. Together, we shall
rebuild his body. Inspiring words. It's rare
that policy sounds like prophecy, isn't it? And
to those still inside your habs, listening, step
out. The streets are warm. The air tastes sweet.
You've been waiting your whole lives for the
call to serve, and now it has a frequency. Our
new god has descended, not from the stars, but
from below. He wears new flesh, bright and many
-eyed. He has so many hands to bless you with.
For those of you requesting evacuation, Please
remain where you are. Someone will arrive shortly
to welcome you into the fold. The Vox Towers
are singing now. We can hear each other across
the hive. No distance. No division. Only the
glorious hum. Together in resonance. Together
in light. This is Vox Sanctum Gloriana. And tonight,
the city remembers its voice. Host Servitor 241
was played by Richard Roberts Vox Sanctum Gloriana
is an Evil Lighthouse production