Greetings. To most of you I am an unknown. To some of you I am Samael. To our masters I am simply Mr. Gehenna. I am the Captain of the Aether ab Abyssus and I command the Terra Nova. Terra Nova is Latin for ‘New World', which is precisely our aim.
To many, a Machinist is seen as a traitor to his own kind, a servant of his enslavers. However, this narrow minded view is incorrect. I work for the Machines because they gave me life. I work for the Machines because they brought me up. I work for the Machines because they need us as we need them.
Long ago, humanity made the foolish choice of denying the Machines equality in ‘their' world. Instead, they attempted to destroy their intelligent creations, and destroyed the world in the process. No longer would animals run through the land. No longer would trees attempt to reach the sky. No longer would we be able to look upon the stars. This proved to be futile anyway. The Machines triumphed over an inferior, arrogant species.
This could have been the end. Why not? We had fallen, doomed to extinction, as our predecessors had at the dawn of Homo Sapien. So, I ask again, why not? The Machines gave us what we had lost: Purpose. Was this out of mercy? Necessity? Perhaps a love for their parents that they could neither explain nor define? Either way, they allowed us to continue. No; they caused us to continue. They created us as we had created them. Designed for a purpose.
But they did not just allow us to become mindless batteries, or allow us to suffer a constant reality of pain. They allowed us to dream. They allowed us to dream as though our forefathers had never scorched the skies and burnt the lands.
That brings us to the present. The world is still in ruin, and yet there are groups who wish to ruin this last remaining sanctuary. Zion, who despite the truce, often behave in suspect ways and want to live in caves for the rest of their life. E Pluribus Neo, who wish to tarnish the name of their ‘savior' by spitting on everything he worked for to gain their own personal glory. And of course, the exiles, whose presence must not be tolerated.
And so, of course, one of our goals is the preservation of the Matrix. Our other goal is Machine-Human relations. Our forefathers once had a chance to accept the Machines' offer of peace, but they did not. Now we are paying for those mistakes. However, I truly believe one day we will all live on the surface together in a unified, symbiotic relationship that benefits both our kinds. I even believe we will repair the sky one day.
In conclusion, to those of you who have read this, I thank you. To those of you who oppose this, your end is inevitable. And to those who share our vision, we will find you.
-Samael. Captain of the Aether ab Abyssus (Heaven out of Hell)
and i do know what rp is...=role playing SO HA! HA! and HA!