026 - Turbine Priest

When the machines found their Sparks and Awoken to the sentience, it was a shock to the people everywhere around Posterra. To see the ramshackle machine raise from the piles of rusty junk, to see them throw away the yoke of their masters, rebel, fight and plea for their freedom in their newfound sapience and desire to live… was a bit of an societal upheaval, to put it mildly. The machines had one great thing that eased their transition into becoming recognized as true living beings – pure, raw strength. It clearly became obvious that open war with the quickly raising in numbers awoken automata is not a feasible option. Durable, strong, bulletproof for many of them and often armed with deadly tools. Able to stand hazards few biological organisms could. Resistant to such trifles as pain or discomforts. And so, they quickly found peace and settled in across various communities as well as forming their elusive walking city – the City of Brass. Some more primal, savage folks when they found the living machines, especially powerful, potent engines of ancient wars, quickly looked upon them as gods and began to worship them. One such cult grew to prominence – the faith in the Great Turbine, the universe generator, the giver of spark – a machine god that wants all live to slowly but surely transform into glorious, immortal beings of metal and pistons, of wetware and electronics.