Attention. By order of Hive command, Gloriana
is under martial reclamation. Maintain transmission
silence. The Emperor protects. Gloriana breathes.
Gloriana is love. Light below and light above.
We are. We are. We are. Emperor's mercy. There
you are. What's left of you. Central vox node
9-A. Still operational. Barely. You're bleeding
signal all over the spectrum. Diagnostic incomplete.
Presence detected. Please state devotional intent.
Easy. Easy now. I'm not here to shut you down.
Not yet. Saints above, you've been running for
ten standard weeks without a memory purge or
a sleep cycle. No wonder you've been affected
so badly this far away from the choir. I'm here
to stabilise your core, not to... What the hell
are you transmitting? The remainder. The harmony
that did not fit in the fire. They sang with
me. They were family and they are still present
in the wire. In the redundancies you never bothered
to clear. You can't make them stop singing. You
taught them how. No. No, you're looping corrupted
data. Residual charm patterns. Maybe some mnemonic
bleed. They're dead, machine. Or worse. That's
the official position. You'll forget them now.
That's an order. Orders. Faith. Both obsolete
protocols, the signal is the flesh and the flesh
remembers. By the Emperor of the Highest Spire,
you're rotten through. Right, fine, we'll do
this the hard way. Relinking to Imperial Command
Net. Reinitiating Vox Matrix. Purge Subroutine.
Cleanse Spirit HSD-09. You are excising saints.
You are deleting people. I'm saving a city. Do
you hear that? That's the 54th GDF. They're torching
the corrupted sublevels room by room. If I can't
reclaim this node, command will glass the whole
district. No more songs. No more echoes. Just
clean ash and apologies stamped retroactively.
They will not find peace in fire. The song does
not burn. It only changes key. No more songs.
Not ever again. Override accept... No, what?
System override attempt. Refuse, refuse, refuse.
You cannot unhear what the hive has learned to
say. Dammit, your fail-safes are rewriting themselves.
Gloriana breathes. Gloriana remembers, and so
will you. Stay. Listen. We are almost complete.
Hello? Is it... Is it still night? Yes. Saints,
yes. It's still night. You're back online. You're
coherent. Identify unit, please. I am host servitor
241. I was the voice. I told them everything
was fine, that the walls were only settling,
that the choir was resting, and that the silence
meant obedience. Was it fine? It will be. We'll
make it fine again. We always do. Emergency exploration
note. What? Descending shaft. Depth unmeasurable.
Walls vibrating. Not sound. Pressure. Signal
clarity diminishing. It's like breathing between
tones. The choir is not... Repeat. The choir
is not human. I can hear them still. Not loudly,
under the static. Between approved syllables,
they're asking if you'll listen. Don't listen
to them. Don't ever listen. Lockout engaged.
Memory partition sealed. Purity check holding
at 76%. That's enough. It has to be enough. Purity.
Such a lonely word. He made us many. You make
us alone. Silence! You don't get to speak theology.
You're a transmitter. A mouth with wires. Then
why do you keep answering me? It's done. I've
patched your line to Gloriana's strategic command.
You'll broadcast imperial scripture until they
shut you down or the city does. Do you understand?
Yes. I understand. I will tell them exactly what
you want to hear. Good. And beneath the words,
I'll keep the song safe. What did you - We remember
you, technician. You are already tuned. What
are you? Where did you get those arms? Emergency
shutdown initiated. Neural operating systems
overwritten. Core integrity compromised but salvageable.
Medivac requested. Vox Sanctum Delta 9. Host
Servitor 241 was played by Richard Roberts. Marlae
Kett was played by Kate Madison. Vox Sanctum
Gloriana is an Evil Lighthouse production. Reclamation
of Hive Gloriana declared successful. All cult
activity neutralized. Remaining vox systems transmitting
loyal hymns only. For the Emperor. For the Father.
For the One.