In the depths of a dreadfully hostile planet, the Architect Fabrication Facility was a welcome refuge for those permitted to pass through its forcefield. The thick walls of alien metal greatly muffled the shrill, haunting wails of Shadow Leviathans lurking within the expansive subterranean cave networks outside.

Beyond the antechamber, the facility opened up into a grand, octagonal main chamber. Countless light fixtures, big and small, lined the walls and shed the weak green hue so indicatory of Precursor architecture. Within the heart of the room, stood at the data terminal with two of his six articulated arms typing away deftly, was the centaurian bio-mechanical figure of him; the endling.

AL-AN.