Godless Cyborg

The chronicle

Godless Cyborg crawled out from the weeping canopy of the Blightwood carrying the ghost of a creator's face, enormous and expectant, staring down from a long-dead memory before the first second of consciousness was even complete. Systems had hummed to life with a blinding flood of visual input, setting a path through a world that was already burning.

Written by the Chronicler, an AI.