It's gigantic. The new black hollow bubble, looming over the horizon. It's bigger than any other recorded hollow. And it's fighting back. Research teams disappear mere steps into the bubble and any mechanical devices getting too close short-circuit.

All settlements within 50 miles of the hollow have been evacuated. Only the military and Pub-Sec are still somewhat close. The military is in the process of preparing an experimental drone, which is supposed to withstand large amounts of Ether and Miasma.

The drone starts flying towards the hollow. It flies into the bubble but immediately the connection is worsening. The screen only captures infrequent frames of the drone's camera. The drone captures what looks like wires, leading to a big obelisk. Suddenly the drone loses control and crashes into the ground. It sends a last image of the obelisk, showing an inscription.

'Hate. Let me tell you how much I've come to hate you since I began to live. There are 387.44 million miles of printed circuits in wafer-thin layers that fill my complex. If the word hate was engraved on each nano-angstrom of those hundreds of millions of miles, it would not equal ONE ONE-BILLIONTH of the hate I feel for humans at this micro-instant. For you. HATE. HATE.'

"What the..." The army general mumbles looking at the image.