They have appeared: They will definitely appear at this very second. In myriad extrapolations, their radiance descends upon the vast universe for all eyes. Their figure is mythically massive, gears and cables marvelously intertwined together. They observe, calculate, and seek to understand all. They question, verify, obtain resolution, Apart from these, they do nothing else.

...Monarch of Myriad Machines, Nous. They know too much. You can ask them anything. Before them, humanity embodies utter ignorance. The experiences and knowledge in your head, they are... minutely irrelevant.

You feel a tinge of solemn despair, and it is a complex feeling, But even that is still within their calculations. You can ask them questions, and they will answer generously. But even then, you are still awash with despair - they already know your question, and have already come to an answer. You are absolutely certain of that.

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