"Your foresight is admirable. You are correct, we have accounted for these struggles of yours, that flesh and machine do not cooperate at once. However, have faith, for though they collide at this moment, in due time they shall flow together smoothly."
The golden rings began shrinking and accelerating. As the rings began melting together, light and mist covered the form, and out from this bright cloud stepped a human form. As the mist and light dissipated, the form raised their head, and a more androgynous form of La'Row meets her eyes.
"This construct around us is of flesh and machine. The flesh tends to us, and the machine tends to yours." As the form walks, the ethereal singing follows it, and it's footfalls are silent. "Hidden in this very cloud, a perfect combination of flesh and machine swims about. In sounds, they are called Tundra. These are the successes of a past council, yet there is something to learn from them." The form stops near a window, and reaches out to touch it. A small morph outside the station seems to redirect itself towards a docking bay. "What we learn from these examples is that a machine can think only once in the time that a darkling thinks ten times, and where we think a thousand times. For flesh and machine to coexist, flesh must control."
It turns to face La'Row again, the cold copy of her own eyes calculating her. "To facilitate the growth of the flesh, the machine must no longer govern. To alleviate the strains of the machine, the flesh must command. To give our strength to this shell, there must be one mind to conduct it. And so, we come to our grand idea. You and your followers hold great honor with this shell. What we can grant is permanence. You shall live as the flesh that wears this shell, and your followers shall live as it's defenders. None of you shall perish through the impermanence of humanity, and you all shall live as long as you are not destroyed"
"We offer immortality to you, your people, and your shell."
