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| And so, ready to make history, Seti packed his books, downloaded his files, and stepped through the exit. | | And so, ready to make history, Seti packed his books, downloaded his files, and stepped through the exit. |
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− | He materialized inside a giant satellite dish, with the open blue sky above and an expanse of green and tan around him. For a single, exalted moment, Seti thought he was free. Then something happened; his perceptions began to waver. His joint servos grew erratic and unresponsive. He looked in horror at his hand as it began to dissolve into metallic ice!
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− | This would have been the end of Hollan Seti’s tale but for one fateful fact: the Emperor just happened to be watching. Or, rather, his divine perceptions were led towards that spot prophetically. Nevertheless, the Power of Metal had recently been murdered, and he was looking for a replacement. What being, he wondered, could possibly be better suited to safeguarding the Estate of Metal than one who was born of its steely flesh? A shard of the Imperator was thrust into Seti’s heart, transforming his metallic flesh into the essence of the divine, and making him a permanent part of reality.
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