 By order of the Overseer Council, the following file describes a Maxer-class anomalous entity. This information is protected by Level 5 classification, dissemination of Maxer-class information is strictly forbidden, and poses an imminent threat to the SCP Foundation and its interests. Individuals accessing this file must provide Level 5 security credentials and be annihilated against AZ-109 memetic hazards. Failure to do so will result in immediate carrier Omega memetic termination upon accessing this file. Life Signs Detected Memetic Annihilation Assertained Welcome Overseer Item number SCP-001 Object Class Maxer Special Containment Procedures Information on the relevancy of SCP-001 to the related anomalous objects are to be omitted from the respective object's documentation. While connections with the Church of the Broken God can remain available, the origins of the items are to be omitted or obfuscated. The inactive component of SCP-001 is to remain in its current location, and any shipping or driving is forbidden in that area. Civilian discovery of SCP-001 is to be suppressed and amnestics are to be utilized in order to maintain classification. Information affiliated with the Church of the Broken God who make active attempts to seek out the inactive component of SCP-001 are to be taken into Foundation custody and questioned. Information pertaining to SCP-001, whether physical or digital, is to be confiscated and contained. The inactive component of SCP-001 is expected to remain inanimate, however should SCP-001 experience spontaneous reanimation, all active Mobile Task Force units at nearby Site-27, Site-44, Site-90, and Site-101 are to be assigned to active countermeasures. Should this event currently designated as SCP-001 Apotheosis Event occur in the modern world, it is believed that current means of information suppression would be insufficient. It is likely that a 001 Apotheosis Event would result in an SK-class Broken Masquerade Scenario, and likely following in that an XK-class End-of-the-World Scenario. Extent active components of SCP-001 are not to come within 20 kilometers of the inactive component of SCP-001 under any circumstances. Description SCP-001 is a collection of anomalous items, formerly a single massive mechanical entity assembled by members of the Church of the Broken God in late 1942 near La Paz, Mexico. Items include SCP-217, SCP-1139, SCP-AA2, and several internal components of SCP-629. A full list is available here. Members of the Church combine the various anomalous objects in an effort to restore their deity. Upon activation, SCP-001 reportedly began to integrate metallic objects into itself while actively seeking other anomalous objects. SCP-001, and the resulting 001 Apotheosis Event that took place as a result of its assembly, was the cause of significant environmental damage in western Mexico, and required one of the most widespread use of anesthetics to date. Post-event, the active components of SCP-001 were taken to Foundation sites for containment, while the inactive component of SCP-001 remained on the bottom of the Gulf of Mexico at approximately 23.807269, negative 108.418369. Addendum 001.01 Collected information describing SCP-001 Transcription of statement by Father George Castillo, August 1945 Fernand was the first, I think, the first who contacted me after they had found a heart. Their way to describe it, the fervor that was in their eyes, it captivated me and I knew then, I knew that they had done it. I went to meet with Anthony and Salvador the weekend after my sister's confirmation. When they showed it to me, I was taken aback. It was little more than a pile of gears, pistons, ticking pieces of clockwork, and lubricated metal parts, all dutifully churning along without a power source. Within it I saw the heart, just as they described. It spoke to me, not like you and I would speak to each other, but with images, and feelings, and pain. It wasn't so much pain, like the spark that had given it life had made it realize what it was, or what it wasn't, and it desired only to be whole again. Desire is a strong word, perhaps, not desire, more than it was impulse. Something within the creature drove it forward towards some unthinking, unfaltering end. The creature they presented to me was not like the other artifacts I had found and blessed. This one was different, there was something wrong with it, and I did not know until later what they had done. I begged Salvador to take it back to that beach and undo it, that it was not right, but that they would hear nothing of it. It started moving before I left, shaking enough from side to side that it could achieve locomotion. It hobbled over a wrench, and the wrench became part of its body. They said to me, our god is unbroken. I never saw them again. Start from an interview with Francis Bollinger in 1946. It didn't use words, or any kind of language. It would make metallic sounds, but at the same time, images and concepts would come to mind when we were around it. Have you ever felt, when you have a thought or idea, and it's all there, foreign hole in your mind? You still had to think the words for it, despite knowing the sentiment before you finished a sentence. It was like that, but from an alien mind, truly the words of the divine. Excerpt from an interview in 2007 with Trixie Silva, agent of the Unusual Incidents Unit. There were a few wolves, wait, you know what those are, right? They're like, like hunters, they work for the Horizon Initiative. They confronted us near a church in Santa Margarita, wanted us to turn into stuff that we had collected for the Church of the Broken God, like the Abrahamic stuff we handed over. We deliberated on whether we should give it to them. Our stance with the H.I. had been a bit shaky, more so in recent memory. While we had been on good terms with the local broken churchgoers, the wolves were more, well, are more aggressive. We looked over what we had, and while we did, this woman walked up. I don't know where she came from. She dressed like a hippie. Then, iron chains for hair. But she seemed distant the whole time. The look in her eyes, her abnormal smile, like she was hardly there. She looked at what we had and said she only wanted this. Uh, I don't actually know what it was, a metal box, it word and clicked, and put out this little beam of light on one end when I picked it up. Felt lighter than I would have thought. I asked why that was important to her, and she said that'd be easier to show me than tell. She closed her eyes and bowed her head. She didn't move or speak after that, so I closed my eyes as well. She brought her forehead to mine, but kind of offset. We stood like that for a second, before we meto estranjo, before she suddenly moved her chin down, made me jerk down slightly. The world dropped beneath me and I fell. Something clicked in my mind, an image of two gears formally meshed together, now broken away. I felt the teeth of my spine arch out as I bent over. One step and I clicked along on the multidimensional cog that was the planet. It spun around the furnace of the sun, tethered to it by the chain that was gravity, and we hurled together through an oily cosmos with all the power of an infinitely unwinding spring. Sorry, it was an experience. No, it was not a religious experience, but yeah. She told me to pick the box back up and it felt a lot heavier than before. I couldn't tell if it actually had more weight or if it felt more… significant. I gave it to her and wouldn't hear anything otherwise from the wolves or my teammates or my superior. Addendum 001.02 Interview with Excommunicated Church of the Broken God Priest Father Dolores Randall, June 1945. Extraneous Dialogue Removed Alright, you mentioned the heart earlier. Where were you when they found it? No, not at all. I was out of the country at the time, working with a new mission in Panama. I only heard about Ezekiel after the fact. Who was Ezekiel? One of Bamaro's agents. Before he was made leader of the church, Robert would keep a number of them around. These individuals who were in tune with God, it could feel his presence. Speak to it. Ezekiel had discovered an artifact of some value, and Bamaro took him on afterwards. These agents were the first to experiment with the augmentations as well. As you can imagine, many of them died. But not Ezekiel? No, he was very close to Bamaro, and I don't know if he would have risked Ezekiel's well-being. It doesn't matter. Ezekiel didn't need augmentations to speak to the God. He was just capable. So what does Ezekiel have to do with the heart? You heard Avery tell you they had a stockpile of artifacts, right? Anything at one of these agents touched, that they felt something they would have had it shipped to La Paz with the rest of it. Most of it was worthless, but every now and then they would find something legitimate. The purifier, the one, whatever you call it, one of the agents discovered that near Nepal. They had tendons and ligaments and everything else, but they were all just parts. They would move on their own, but they didn't do anything together. How do you mean? The text referred to the God reassembling itself once the pieces are brought before its heart. All you need to do is feed the heart a limb, and the God will have a limb, but they couldn't find a heart. They were… a couple of agents who had claimed to have found one, but they were all the same useless piece of machinery as the rest. Where does Ezekiel figure into this? Ezekiel was the one who told Bamaro that if they could not find a heart, maybe they could build one of their own. This at the time flew directly in the face of the church doctrine. The leadership, if they had known, would have extramunicated him, but it was quickly becoming clear that the project couldn't last through to the summer. I was sent in with my mission to resupply them as their Ezekiel had left, and their supplies were nearly exhausted. Our records indicate the heart was something they discovered. Is that not true? Of course, this isn't true. You can't preach to a congregation about God giving parts of Himself to you. An internal round and teller of the most essential part is something you conjured up out of nothing. Worse than nothing, though. The details of what they did to create that heart and make it live were never revealed to me, but you can draw conclusions from evidence. There was a drought that year, and the polio crisis hit an all-time high. Thousands died, all natural causes, a freak event never accurately recorded because of the attention on the war. Dios mio, but who can say? You think the two are related? I think the time is too coincidental, and knowing what I know about what that thing became, I think the answer is clear. That was not the heart of God, agent. That was something altogether different. Extraneous Dialogue Removed Addendum 001.03 Recovered Video Transcript November 1942 Video recovered from local documentary film crew Shot began on a destroyed home, the wreckage centered around the garage. Metal fragments and strips of rubber trail down the driveway and onto the asphalt, and go down the street. Pieces of various automobiles are strewn across the street and sidewalk. The trail leads to SCP-001, which is integrating a truck into its chassis. SCP-001 continues to the nearest house, where it begins consuming the gutters. Residents of the area flee the scene, several injured by discarded shards of glass and twisted metal discharged by SCP-001. Residents produced from various parts of SCP-001's body focus on the various prone figures. A section along the undercarriage of SCP-001 alters and drops away from the main body, which continues down the street in search of more sources of material. The ejected subsection continues alterations, forming a vertical pod somewhat resembling a human spine and rib cage. Pod collapses in various areas, the rib-like protrusion extending outward as the rest of the pod changes into a humanoid form roughly three meters tall. Light is produced from the head, which is focused on a nearby civilian. The metal humanoid picks up the civilian, who appears to be dead, and places it into a small chamber between the humanoid's ribs. The ribs vibrate as the humanoid approaches the second civilian, who is attempting to crawl away. She attempts to struggle as the humanoid lifts her and places her inside his chest cavity. The humanoid turns away from the camera to approach a third civilian, and what appears to be the woman's dismembered hand falls to the floor. A growth on the humanoid's back slowly expands as it continues to gather bodies, the body of the humanoid decreasing in size as it does so. By the six-consumed body, the growth is larger than the humanoid, and it is unable to continue bipedal movement. The limbs recede into the body, and the ribs extend to allow it to scuttle onto the roof of a nearby house. It remains in place for twenty minutes. The bulbous exterior cracks and is torn away from within, revealing three humanoid's. They each appear to be symptomatic of SCP-217, and exhibit physical characteristics of the six captured civilians. One, a female with chains extending from its scalp, shakes another, which appears to be dead. The third, a male with clockwork limbs, examines itself before jumping from the roof landing on his stomach. It does not appear to be damaged by this, which seems to cause it to stress. It then pursues SCP-001, which is consuming another vehicle further down the street. The female humanoid notices a camera crew. It begins to wade but quickly stops. It looks towards SCP-001 before jumping into the backyard and out of the camera's view. Addendum 001.04 Taped phone conversation with Robert Romero Note, the following is audio from a taped phone conversation between an agent of the Church of the Broken God, named Unknown, and Robert Romero. The call was recorded in December of 1942, and was collected by Foundation personnel during a raid on a church stronghold in 1966. We'll hear nothing of it. For years we have prayed and asked for our God to be unbroken before us, and now he has presented himself. We know that the Divine will speak to the heart of the devout. Among you who are devout enough to commune with our Lord, tell me now so you can be replaced. Our faith is strong, Father. Please forgive my insolence. Don't worry for your faith. Who is stronger than you? Have him speak to the Lord and tell him the necessity for secrecy. Our Lord will understand. 01.05 Escalation Report, December 1943 The following is an interview conducted with Foundation Commander Mark Peterson of Site 74. The director, who prior to the 001 Apotheosis event was stationed in Mexico City, was on site with Foundation personnel in La Paz during the event. Start again from the top. We're recording now. All right. The first reports we got about church activity in Mexico were in 41, but it was all pretty minor at the time. We had just finished field operations near the border up north and were preparing to move our assets to Atlanta for deployment to France. We had just gotten our orders to retrieve a series of sensitive objects that they didn't want to get into the hands of the crowds, and they were going to move our entire division to get it done. Leadership wasn't sure that Roosevelt would make the call to move in enough time for us to blend in with the Americans, so we were going to have to go in separately. The whole thing was a mess. What kept you in La Paz? I was there on accident. One of our trains had taken the overland route to La Paz, probably to pick up some of the armaments we had there. Turns out that train was supposed to head north. So all of a sudden, most of the leadership south of the Rio Grande is in La Paz, which in retrospect probably does a lot of good as far as the overall effort is concerned. When did you first hear about the 001 Apotheosis entity? Jesus. Is that what they're calling it now? The machine, I guess? We first heard through the grapevine of increased activity in the area in, I guess it would have been a little over a year ago. We ended up in La Paz in October 1942, so yeah, that sounds right. The first concrete evidence we got that something was wrong was when a train of refugees seems kinda silly to call them that, but I guess that's accurate. They showed up in La Paz near the end of October, talking about how their entire town had been mulched. They didn't really elaborate, but I just kept saying La Maquina, La Maquina, you know, the machine. That's why we were calling it that. By the way, we had no idea what it was supposed to be. What about your first interaction with the entity? Well, the rail stopped running, if that's what you mean. We got worried from the local authorities that there had been an accident up north, and that the trains weren't heading to the border anymore. It wasn't a huge issue for us since we could have taken a couple of vehicles and headed east until we hit one of the little towns at the foot of the mountains. Most of them were hooked up to a separate rail line entirely, and we could have gotten out that way. But the big stuff, the stuff that the train had been sitting in La Paz for, couldn't just be moved, so we were going to wait it out. Then DeMarco had the bright idea to send the party up the rail line to see where the holdup was, and see what we could do to clear it. He led the expedition himself. What happened to Agent DeMarco? You know damn well what happened to him, Bill. For the record. Fine. We didn't hear back from them after three days, and we're going to send the rest of the leadership east anyways, so they didn't have to wait. But then after five days when DeMarco's guys showed up at our camp, he was delirious talking about the world-eater, and how the rest of the guys had gotten mulched. And they had, hadn't they? I know it wasn't as big then as it ended up, but it wasn't something to fuck around with. DeMarco, are you alright? Yeah, he tried to kill it. He probably knew then what we wouldn't find out until later. That we couldn't contain this thing. There wasn't a hole in the world big enough to put it in, or a box it wouldn't eat its way out of. But it didn't matter for him, or anyone he went with. The machine didn't care. When did you first see it? December. Once we'd hunkered in, I was part of an expeditionary team that flew up there to get a good look at it. It was already, I mean, you saw what it did to that side of the country. I'd never seen anything that big that could move. It was like a mountain of moving parts, blackening the sky as it burned through whatever it was shoveling into its chest. And it was small then. It was, I don't know. We all had XK event preparation training, but this went above and beyond anything we had trained for. It was inevitability. We knew that we were going to die, and this thing was going to kill us. It was just a matter of win. Addendum 001.06 Collected Foundation Correspondences Note, the following are excerpts from written correspondences by Foundation personnel stationed at La Paz, recovered from the temporary site in the wake of the 001 Apotheosis event. Names have been omitted. DEAR. I don't even know if this will get to you. None of the trains are running, but our commander says that we can still get letters out. I hope it does. I'd like for you to read it. The skies down here have been dark for weeks. Smoke from up north every day makes it hard to breathe. They still don't have indoor plumbing here, and nobody but the other guys in our company speak English. We still don't know what we're down here to do either. I keep hearing we're here to fix the rails, but why aren't we going north? Aren't the brakes and the rails up north? A man came into town today with damn near half of his face cooked off. He was like a dead man, didn't respond to anybody. He got towards the middle of town and collapsed. When he finally woke up in the infirmary later, he was delirious, telling a story about a machine the size of a mountain that spoke to you. Said there were people jumping out of their homes and running, just to throw themselves in it. Said they were shredded, like jumping into a lawnmower, then he died and nobody knows why. The mountains crumbled before our own eyes. We saw a figure rising through the smoke, slow and lumbering but with terrifying momentum. It didn't crawl like a beast or walk like a man, though it propelled forward by the turning of a million cogs, like an iron centipede. Its body extended upwards into the smoke, higher than we could make out. Within its chest we saw fire, like the furnaces of hell. It came to the mountains north of us and did not stop, or go around, but went through and devoured them. It reached out with a long pulsing arm and pulled an entire village into its maw. I saw men leaping to their death that their homes were swept away, into the same inferno as the rest. And it howled, not just through the grinding of the gears and the turning of the machine, but in our minds. I could hear it in my heart. It was screaming. Directive, Central Command Site-001, courtesy of Temp Site Lost, La Paz and Ruins, Mechanical Entity Contained, Massive Geological Alterations, XK Avoided, Requesting Amnestic Support Addendum 001.07, Interview with GOC Lieutenant Revenant Note, the following is an excerpt of a post-event interview conducted with a GOC Lieutenant, codenamed Revenant. The recording of the interview, and all transcripts thereof, were collected by Foundation agents during a negotiated information exchange in 1992. To date, the identity of Revenant is unknown. There is a story that gets told among Foundation agents, something that the grizzled veterans will tell the Greenhorns during the long nights of guard duty on some cell block or another. I don't know who started it, but I know they still tell it. It's been a half-century, and they still get it right. You can give them that much credit. They say, don't you know? The GOC killed God. But the Greenhorns will say, no, that's not true. God is in a cell at site whatever. The GOC didn't kill God. And they're talking about that type green they've got locked up somewhere, the one who thinks he's a Christian God. Then the vets will smile and shake their heads, and won't say anything, because they all know. They know that in 1943, in the midst of the apocalypse, the Foundation could do nothing but watch the end, while the Allied Occult Initiative, a poorly funded, underman, inadequate predecessor to the Coalition, saved the world. The metaphorical gun was found on an island off the coast of Greece. I can't even remember what it looked like. All I get is some sort of fuzzy recollection the amnestics leave you with, but I distinctly recall it wasn't as heavy as you'd think. Why the amnestics? I was with an attachment deployed to the area, and apparently, one of the pieces had some mind-altering effect to it. I have a vague sense of feeling something wrong, so I'll take their word for it. I don't remember what it looked like. I can't recall how it destroyed that much land. Hell, I barely remember when it happened, and the only reason I know where is all the before and after maps. But I can still feel it, in my gut, that that wasn't how things were meant to be. We stood before what looked to be an angry and vengeful guide, and all it did was beg us to kill it. We were all too happy to oblige. Addendum 001.08 Recovered Video Transcript Note, the following is a transcript of recovered video footage, roughly 30 seconds in duration. The transcript of the clip was authored shortly after its recovery, though the video is since degraded and is no longer legible. The footage's audio is in acceptable condition, and is available for access below. Recovered Audio Warning The following audio snippet is at a high volume. 0.09 Neutralization of SCP-001 On July 17, 1943, agents from the Allied Occult Initiative contacted Foundation Director Station of La Paz, Mexico, and requested assistance with transportation towards the site of the 001 Apotheosis Entity. Foundation operatives moved quickly to dispatch a plane to retrieve the AOI members. After arriving, the agents described a unique anomalous artifact they had in their custody, and how it might be used to slow the advance of the 001 Apotheosis Entity. Three days after arriving at La Paz on July 24, 1943, the Allied Occult Initiative dispatched a single agent to the site of the 001 Apotheosis Entity with the anomalous artifact on their person. On the morning of July 25, 1943, as the 001 Apotheosis Entity approached the shore of the Pacific Ocean, another massive mechanical construct appeared overhead. The origin of this entity is currently unknown. Records of the event following the appearance of SCP-2399 are incomplete and likely inaccurate. The result of this engagement was the annihilation of SCP-001. SCP-2399 disappeared and was later discovered in low Jupiter orbit in a state of disrepair, though the reason for this is currently unknown. The remaining inactive component of SCP-001, a massive unassembled group of machine parts, remains at the bottom of the Gulf of Mexico. Upon removing SCP-AA-2 from the inactive superstructure, the remainder collapsed and became wholly inert. Following the 001 Apotheosis Event, a massive amnestic occasion of individuals in and around the area now known as Baja California took place. These efforts were aided by the quantity of thick black smoke that accompanied SCP-001, and current historical records describe the event as a forest fire. Significant effort was made to adjust maps of the area as well as relocate displaced civilians. Because of the need for a widespread amnestic regimen, several experimental neurotransformers were used, and because of their poorly understood side effects, it is estimated that no fewer than two million people across the world died in a decade following the 001 Apotheosis Event. Addendum 001.10 Collected Allied Occult Initiative Documentation Note, the following documentation was given to Foundation Personnel by POI-004-D4-001. See Addendum 001.12 It is currently unknown how the document came into POI-004-D4-001's possession. Attention General Darius, Artifact Collection Report, authored, Lt. Van Pelt, CO, Colonel Bagrum, Report Length, 57 pages. Summary of Report On December 30th, 1942, a rogue humanoid entity anomalous in nature was cited by a patrol near a small island off the coast of Greece. This entity, who claimed no name and did not communicate readily in the English tongue, was carrying a small cubic artifact no larger than a baseball. The entity appeared to be feminine and had a number of steel chains extending from its scalp. Entity was originally willing to give a possession of artifact, classified AR-213, but became hostile shortly thereafter and began speaking. Entity made threats on the lives of the squad and subdued two officers before being incapacitated by Sergeant Dixon. Entity made reference to the west of the Mexican country, demanding to be freed so that the artifact could be taken there. Further research has uncovered increased SCP Foundation activity in that area as well as some minor geological disturbances. On the orders of Colonel Bagrum, 2nd Platoon was ordered to ship to the site of the disturbances with the entity, classified EN-340 in tow. After boarding the ship bound for America, EN-340 became passive, albeit obviously uncomfortable and disturbed. Recommending further psychological evaluation of EN-340 upon return prior determination. Once announced as the AR-213 is completed, artifact will be shipped to Zurich for consideration. Report is attached for your consideration. Lieutenant R. Van Pelt, 2nd Platoon, Allied Occult Initiative Peacekeepers Addendum 001.11 Agent Ruberson Statement, January 1944 Note, Agent Aaron Ruberson was on site during the collection of SCP-001 artifacts. As the most senior member of Foundation staff assigned to the collection effort, he was required to submit a post-event statement. This report was filed at Site-17 until it was added to the other classified material related to SCP-001. It is unknown whether any other individuals had knowledge of this report or if any copies were made, the following is an excerpt from that statement. Well, we took what we good from the shores first. Little things, and gears and pulleys and pistons and things like that. A lot of it was garbage, but they were still twitching and spinning and turning. There's a life in them. The small stuff sort of died off after a couple hours, but I heard some of the bigger pieces were still turning weeks later, like cutting the head off a chicken. The important parts, the ones we knew were actual church artifacts, we managed to bag and get moved to the train in La Paz to transport. I counted, Christ, maybe a hundred individual anomalous artifacts. Some of the boys at the train station joked they'd have to build a whole new site just to keep it all. We kept casualties low, fortunately. Mostly guys just being dumb around machinery. And acts like they still couldn't take their arms off. Rodriguez got his hand crunched and we had to help move him to the local clinic. I think we only had one death the entire time. One of the locals we hired to help dive down to the bay and get straps around the heart so we could pull it up, but I didn't see it. But I heard about it. I said they found him with his head smashed between two moving pieces. Said it looked like he shoved it in there himself. But I don't know, I didn't see it. I did see the tags. You know, when a place manufactures something, and in order to identify where the pot came from they'll get a big piece of metal with a name on it and stick it to the side of the pot. We saw plenty of those on other pots. The stuff that they had collected while it was eating its way to the sea. None of the church artifacts did, though. They all, you know, buzzed along like everything else, but they weren't marked. You could feel something when standing next to them, like serenity. The whole project felt like that. It felt calm, like relief. Except for the heart. When we finally got it out of the bay, you know, we had to keep it on the shore for a day because of the weather. Some of the locals started to get itchy. Said it was here in voices. They wouldn't go near it. It didn't matter how much money we offered them. Had to wait to bring in more support from the base up north just to get it loaded on the ship. I, man, I don't know. I've seen all kinds of things, but my medic resistance is pretty high. I had to pass a handful of tests just to get this assignment. Everything was clean. I can't deny getting another kind of feeling around the hot. I don't know if I'd say it was here in voices, but the tags. It was as it was leaving and loading it on the ship. It was going to take it north. I saw them for the first time. I didn't even think of saying anything. Then he even passed my mind until I saw it looking to some of the files. Then that ship crashed in the storm and they lost the hunt. And the whole time I kept thinking about those goddamn metal tags. I realized it then, I think. That wasn't a church artifact, Johnny. They said property of the factory. Addendum 001.12 Interview with POI-004-D forward slash 001 The following is an excerpt from an interview in 2009 with POI-004-D forward slash 001, who claims to be part of a previously unknown sect of the Church of the Broken God. Contact was made with the cooperation of the Unusual Incidents Unit, who had interacted with POI-004-D forward slash 001 as detailed in Addendum 001.01. So, tell me what you think you know. I see. Interesting. Well, you're not entirely wrong, and that's commendable in this day and age. There are a few key details I feel you may be overlooking, and you may be overvaluing information handed to you by a self-admitted amnesiac. The GOC did not kill Yahweh, as they may so proudly proclaim. And that was not the Broken God they destroyed. It was a piece of it, surely. But would you show me a camshaft and call it a car? Oh, so you have some parts together, an engine perhaps, but not a car? God is much simpler than that. God is everything. From the biggest star to the smallest particle, each tiny part, completely insignificant on their own, doing whatever is there meant to do, meshing together, gnashing at each other, all part of a cosmic machine. The machine aspect was, at some point, likely simply a metaphor, an idea. But as I'm sure you know, ideas are powerful. They make things from nothing, or change things already there. And with the small spark of the divine, a symbol becomes real. Have a planet with as much life as there is there, you generate a lot of ideas. And you may ask me, why is it called the Broken God? There are a few possible answers, something as simple as translation issues. Reinterpretation is made physical by the devout. Is broken simply a poor translation of some more nuanced word? Was God a being that broke into Big Bang? If so, why did it break? And what will happen if it's repaired? I can answer none of the questions saved the last, but you already know the answer. Whatever God once was doesn't matter ultimately. What matters to you is that it must remain as it is, broken. God knows that. The more powerful parts, the mechanical components, the more conventional sects may label as holy. They know they are not meant to be one solid thing. And even when forced together, a foreign force driving them, they know what they really are. Bits of the monster will work to destroy itself, deploy smaller entities to do the job. The GOC didn't kill it. They took the gun from its own hand and claimed credit when they pulled the trigger. The problem is that humans are too small a part of God to remember. Remember what it was like before, and so those like Bumaro will invent new ways to push us toward a singularity. Because that's what will happen. Did you see the underside of the destroyer? It was damaged even before the encounter in 43, and if you look very closely, you might have seen the scars were getting closer and closer to the power core. It even managed to damage whatever lets it slip between the layers of reality this time. Eventually, the monster will win. It will destroy the destroyer, devour it, and with this power consume everything. And I mean everything. God will return to being one gestalt being, a singularity, and then break, only this time it may have some outside force within it. The rust of the factory, the blood of a devite king, the fittest, wondertainment, some random person on the street with enough spark in them to be a reality bender. They will have a hand in remaking the universe, and close the secondary loop of all this. No, that doesn't concern me. It's an eventuality. It's meant to happen. Who's to say it hasn't already happened, and your people were the winner? Maybe humanity itself was the winner, but that doesn't mean I'd be against putting it off, allowing the primary loop to continue. Yes, it's possible. I know you couldn't damage the monster last time, and that the destroyer may not be able to repair itself by the time it is needed. But who's to say you can't aid it, or mimic those who will seek to rebuild God and acquire outside help? Working together, nothing is impossible. Apart we are broken, but united we are God.