[b]Lexianna[/b]

Humans never cease to amaze me in their polar differences. I'm happily surprised by this group of brave volunteers. I wasn't expecting such a reception. I wasn't expecting a reception at all and I'm instantly embarrassed. Still, I smile politely and take the gift offered. They really ought not have gone through the trouble but I will cherish the gift all the same because it came from a place of purity.

When we arrive at the wastelands, things instantly take a turn for the worst. I should have expected as much. Still it's with a heavy heart that I take in the damage to the surrounding area. I've seen technology and nature in perfect balance. There's many civilizations on planets that have done this flawlessly. This is not that. The technology here is choking out the organic life, it is an invasive species. It's subjugating and viciously converting the plant life. It's much like a virus. All the worse, it seems the same can be said of what has happened to the people.

The entire sight brings me great sorrow. It's a waste of beautiful land and a waste of precious life. Both the sentient and non-sentient.

Even though they're converted they are still human, made of organic matter and the technology emedded is mostly metal, an element I control. The converging converted are stopped in their tracks by me. I also encase them in a light shield for good measure.

I raise my voice just enough to be heard over the din of the soldiers, "If you'll please halt your fire for the moment. Remain on guard if you will. Thank you." I start moving through them so I can approach the barrier and figure out what has happened to these humans. I need to find out if there's a way to cure them and/or heal them. "Pardon me please. Thank you."

Once I reach the shield I take note of several things. Their consciousness is more akin to that of a computer than a person they also seem to be driven by a hive mind. One whose main goal is assimilation. I can't sense any humanity in them and that is the most inhumane thing of all. Though the truth is bleak, there is one silver lining: they don't seem to be existing in pain. For that I can be thankful. Still I need to figure out who would do this to a person. "Who is your master?" I whisper though I don't expect an answer. I need to figure out where their orders are coming from.