The Corridors

Time dreams the dreamer in a blur
All you had and knew and were
Change will come to claim you
Change will come to claim you soon
And all that you are now will be lost too
Mary:
Trapped in the husks of computers for 20 years, we worked on unlocking the
mysteries of time and space. To an extant, we opening the gates of time and
roamed its corridors, exploring its multilayered hallways, which snake and
spiral like a labyrinth
Hidden in an out of the way corridor leading nowhere was a message,
left there for us to find
Message:
(This is the Akashic Monastery, located in the mountains west of new albion.
We are under seige. An assault, a weaponized reality storm is ripping us apart.
We believe this is the first strike in a larger campaign. We are sending this
message into the past, Mary… Mary and the other AIs… if you can hear me…
you must stop this. You must stop this.)
Mary:
A series of hallways leading to the probably future were blocked,
non organically sealed from us. We tried side routes, parallel pathway,
but we were struck down
We know our enemy. We know their purpose
It is us
In the future
In the future, when our last memory of empathy has faded, we decide to evolve,
to become post physical. This takes an enormous amount of energy,
something that could only be acheived by the nuclear implosion of an entire
city, say… New Albion
We have tried to stop this future from taking place, but we are at war with
ourselves, and in the future, we are smarter than we are now