Game time

[Corwin]

Mechanus always feels so strange whenever she visits. Nothing quite fits 'artificial' as much as this land of orderly gears.

Still, Seira is perfectly comfortable waiting here for her audience with Primus!

[Anastasia]

Deeper within. Deeper and deeper and deeper yet. Deeper through flawless halls of gears and metal, past Inevitables of all kind working in perfect tandem. You can see them as you go, everything perfect. Not a wasted motion, not a word spoken that is not essential and fitting. It's like watching a grand performance, everything in its proper place and executed flawlessly.

There is no art, yet the gears are beautiful. The music of it is strangely pleasing as you go, resonating within you. It feels right somehow, a sense of everything being how it should.

[Corwin]

Sending Emily here to train would have been an interesting experience, Seira muses. Alas!

[Anastasia]

Deeper in yet, deeper. Past vast chambers of gears, lead ahead. Further on.

To a room vaster than your divine vision can see. A room with thousands and thousands of the same serene, calm face carved from metal, each bigger and wider than a human. They adorn the walls, the ceiling and even the floor at places. Here a figure awaits.

It is perfect. It is without flaw. An Inevitable that whirls with flawless sound, seemingly in perfect tandem with the noise here. Tall, made of shining mithral, clad in armor made of the same. It watches you with easy composure, "Right on time," the voice is one you know: Quadrus.

Those that escorted you are simply gone in the same moment.

[Corwin]

"It's basic courtesy," Seira agrees, stepping closer to Quadrus.

What is a Voice of Primus, incidentally? Primus's avatar? His proxy?

[Anastasia]

The check is made without fail with your mods.

A Voice of Primus speaks for Primus. An extension of his will. Not always a proxy, but often so otherwise immensely powerful. No resident of Mechanus will dare question any command it gives, for it comes with the weight of Primus himself.

They are sometimes known by other names, but Voice of Primus is the most common.

"Stand here," Quadrus says, "And you will speak to Creator of All Gears."

[Corwin]

Seira inclines her head in understanding, before getting right to the chase.

"I've first heard of the Prophecy two decades ago," she speaks up. "Of how you calculated that Creation will end from Shar's actions, if I understand it correctly. First, I decided to learn all I could about Creation and the main players, but now I find myself in need of clarifications. To begin with, is there an actual prophecy or are your conclusions merely called that amidst those in the know?"

[Anastasia]

The faces move.

The thousands of them are one.

It is a face without flaw, a handsome face. Not a flaw can be seen, the sculpted metal more lifelike than life itself. In the same voice they intone the same deep, smooth and calm tones, "Seira Aryn, my Prophecy is the only outcome. The calculations cannot lie, there is no deception in pure numbers. It is perfect and the one, absolute future."

At this Quadrus kneels, bowing his head in silent supplication.

[Corwin]

That doesn't actually answer her question! But she can work with that.

"May I have the exact text of the Prophecy?"

[Anastasia]

"There is no text, only numbers." Primus agrees, but before you a simple scroll appears.

[Corwin]

Seira unfurls it for a quick read, even as she asks her follow-up question. "Is the calculation based on all variables that existed prior to the point it was made? Can you correctly account for the Beyond and the Incarnations and predict them?"

[Anastasia]

It is....far more than a scroll. It is countless calculations and numbers, variables and math. More than you have ever seen, miles and miles and miles of written math, all slowly, inexorably building to...something. Something great and terrible, far beyond your ability to tell on a quick read, or get anything beyond a feeling of dread.

"All is accounted for," Is the answer you get.

[Corwin]

"Please tell me who are the three Incarnations and where I can find each of them," Seira requests. "To be able to predict the architects of Creation, you would logically have to know this much. It is my belief that by appealing them to take action, the outcome will be changed."

[Anastasia]

"You cannot," Is the simple answer.

[Corwin]

"Are you one of the Incarnations?"