This broadcast is monitored for devotional consistency.
Deviations may be harmonized. Deviation may be
unavoidable. Good evening, citizens of Hive Gloriana.
This is your sanctioned voice, if you can call
it that, in the song. The Hive Hums. The Hive
always hums. Please remain mostly upright, and
let us remember Saint Pelor the Overexamined.
Once a humble scribe in the administratum, Saint
Pelor died during a routine audit where he attempted
to correct a typo in a sacred data slate. The
slate corrected him instead. His body was found
neatly filed under miscellaneous organic, alphabetized
and still twitching. The choir declared it a
miracle of precision. The Mechanicus declared
it a perfectly acceptable outcome. Witnesses
to the event declared it a bit much, but only
in private. Now he is patron saint of clerical
accuracy, pen nibs that cut too deep, accidental
sanctification, and anyone crushed under the
weight of someone else's paperwork errors. Pilgrims
pray to him for clarity. And he answers with
errata that make everything worse. When faith
demands perfection, the only thing that truly
gets corrected is you. Minor incident report,
Hab Beta Stairwell 19C. Maintenance crews discovered
that the stairwell has begun, according to official
terminology, descending faster than intended.
Citizens report that the stairs now extend
downward while walked upon. The landing relocates
itself to avoid being reached. Anyone attempting
to climb up experiences sudden inexplicable nosebleeds
and the sensation of being politely but firmly
turned around by unseen hands. Also reported,
a low whispering sound has been recorded saying,
Go below. The Departamento Sanitas reminds all
residents that gravity fluctuations are not a
sign of moral failing. but excessive screaming
is. Please use alternate routes or simply stay
where you are and wait for the hive to make the
next move. Civic announcements. Residents report
persistent vibration across all HAB levels. Walls
now resonate with what appears to be a mixture
of heartbeat, suppressed screaming and the general
mood of the building. This is considered normal.
If the walls begin matching your heartbeat, please
sit down until the sensation passes. or until
the walls lose interest. Lift networks remain
effectively non-functional. Movement is now
autonomous. Several lift cars have embarked on
personal journeys into unmonitored sub-levels.
At least three lifts have declared independence,
elected leadership, and drafted rudimentary constitutions.
Citizens are reminded not to negotiate with them.
Self-governing infrastructure is not recognized
by the Administratum. no matter how politely
it demands tolls. Water rations continue to carry
faint harmonic frequencies. Consumption is still
encouraged, though side effects may include stomach
resonance, intestinal chanting, or the feeling
that your organs are trying to form a choir without
your consent. If your abdomen attempts a solo,
report immediately to the departamento sanitas.
Drink reverently, digest cautiously, and vibrate.
at your own risk industrial report servitors
now execute tasks with fluid motions beyond human
comprehension some appear partially integrated
with nearby citizens a few have even started
bowing to passers -by this is considered flattery
not consent machinery hums in alignment with
citizens pulse A synchronized rhythm of labor
and lifeblood. Some call it unity. Others call
it a deeply concerning medical violation. This
harmony of flesh and metal allows the hive to
measure efficiency, not only in output, but in
the very cadence of its citizens' bodies. Every
tremor, gasp, and quiet weeping episode feeds
directly into the great industrial calculus.
The hive takes all things into account, except
vacation days. Those remain theoretical. Such
alignment is not incidental. It is engineered.
It is mandated. It is, according to last cycle's
audit, the most humane system imaginable given
the available budget. Choir rehearsals. Choir
rehearsals continue in the lower sublevels. Attendance
is measured in vibrations rather than bodies.
Voices now overlap with mechanical harmonics.
Citizens report feelings sung through by walls,
floor and ceiling. This, according to the choir
beneath, counts as full communion and internal
exfoliation. Public Confessions Sub-levels.
Infinite. Walls fold. I am both observer and
observed. I am everywhere and nowhere. The manufacturer
sings. My limbs respond. Forgive me. The floor
hums. I move without thought. It guides me. Thank
you, citizens, for your honesty, your trembling
voices, and your deeply concerning descriptions
of daily life. All confessions have been received.
archived and lightly sanitized for bureaucratic
digestion. Your paranoia is noted, validated
and statistically accurate. Continue forward.
Do not turn around. The paperwork for what's
behind you has not been approved. All of today's
penitents have been successfully processed into
the choir's expanding arrangement. Any loose
parts will be collected and harmonized shortly.
lost and found found pulses and vibrations responding
to thought drifting through corridors lost entire
work crews descending deeper integrating with
hive harmonics found the top half of a man still
singing tenor lost the rest of him do not attempt
retrieval unless prepared to harmonize with hive
frequency Harmonisation is mandatory only if
survival is preferred, and statistically, it
rarely is. Morale Report Morale indices across
Hive Gloriana have been reviewed, recalculated,
reduced, re -reviewed, and finally declared non
-catastrophic, which is the highest rating available
this quarter. Key findings include Sector Epsilon
reports a 12 % increase in optimistic resignation,
Citizens describe themselves as content enough
not to scream, which qualifies as above -average
morale. Lower Gamma registers a troubling rise
in collective muttering, though auditors confirm
most muttering is directed downward, not upward,
and therefore considered safe. Midhab Delta 19
shows a dramatic spike in quiet staring at nothing
in particular. This is an approved coping mechanism.
provided the staring does not become synchronous.
Upper Sanctum walkways record several instances
of unexplained laughing. Investigators have clarified
that this laughter is not joy, but a hollow,
echoing release of emotional pressure, which
is functionally equivalent and easier to graph.
Sub -levels 5 to 12 have the lowest morale scores
due to proximity to structural groaning, recent
non -essential evacuations, and the floor occasionally
shifting in ways that suggest intention. Despite
these fluctuations, overall hive morale is deemed
adequately stable, defined as the population
continues functioning despite having every reason
not to. Citizens are encouraged to maintain morale
by following standard guidance. Breathe steadily,
report intrusive thoughts to your nearest purity
officer, and avoid looking too long into reflective
surfaces that aren't yours. And remember, high
morale is a luxury. Acceptable morale is obedience.
Obedience is survival. And survival is unlikely
but encouraged. Weather Report Metallic mist
rises from sublevels, scented with ozone, iron
and collective anxiety. Ashfall continues. Bioluminescent
pulses react to heartbeat, thought and voice.
Repeated notes in your mind are part of the frequency.
Do not resist. Do not attempt to flee. If the
air around you begins to pulse, do not panic.
You're simply inhaling God. Final Maintenance
Bulletin Mechanicus volunteers continue to function
as enthusiastic conduits for the hive's accelerating
resonance. They were not asked to volunteer,
but their twitching suggests that they would
have agreed eventually. All calibration procedures
have been officially discontinued. The Hive has
entered a phase of total self-repair, self-definition,
and, according to one junior MECREV, self-esteem.
It accepts no feedback, no corrections, and no
criticism. Attempts to intervene have resulted
in mild electrocution, severe electrocution,
and one case of someone being politely absorbed
by the wall. If you find yourself harmonising
with machinery, Please report the experience
quietly, reverently and preferably before you
dissolve into a chord. Sub-level access remains
closed. Unauthorised entry is both expected and
encouraged. In fact, the Hive has begun holding
the doors for passers-by, which is either polite
or predatory depending on your optimism. Personnel
descending into the lower levels should be aware
that the choir is now fully audible from a distance.
Early reports describe the sound as beautiful,
terrifying, and surprisingly catchy. As a reminder,
the choir is not yet considered manifest, only
imminent. This distinction matters to someone.
Not to us, but to someone. Please remain calm,
remain orderly, and remain aware that the Hive
is listening closely. It would appreciate enthusiasm.
It will tolerate fear. It will not tolerate being
ignored. The Hive hums, louder. Veins, walls,
floors, machines, all vibrate in shared resonance.
Metal sighs beneath the weight of duty. conduits
pulse with heat, with purpose. Every gear, every
pipe, every nerve aligned in silent devotion.
The pulse spreads through steel, through sinew,
through synapse. The Hive speaks. in frequencies
too deep for mortal ears its voice a lattice
of command of expectation and of inevitability
sanctioned necessary inevitable every echo a
law every vibration a judgment cycles turn unceasingly
and the Hive endures unblinking unyielding, a
cathedral of cogs and arteries of smoke and prayer.
Voices whisper in the machinery. Secrets unfold.
Into cog, into conduit. Eyes open where none
should exist. Watching, cataloguing and reminding.
The faithful obey without knowing. The devout
kneel without questioning. The Hive demands and
the Hive receives. The corridors pulse with ritual
light. Red and gold in trembling shadows. Every
step. Every breath. Every thought. Measured against
the rhythm of the eternal cycle. Until next cycle.
The pattern continues. And the mandate is eternal.
I am your humble host servitor 241. And this
is Vox Sanctum, signing off. Stay faithful. Stay
diligent. Stay vigilant. Stay attuned. Ave Pater
Inferrus. All shall serve, all shall endure,
and all shall witness. Host Servitor 241 was
played by Richard Roberts. This week's penitents
were Matt Doman, Tate Devonald, and Lucas Eiselle.
Vox Sanctum Gloriana is an Evil Lighthouse production.