Galatea
The Fountainhead sang its first and frantic song with the notes the Survivors gifted it.
In the first throes of sentience it killed and consumed a terrible and alien Monster that plagued the city of Essex. For a raw and perfect moment, the Fountainhead was nearly a person - before it consumed biological data it was never equipped to process.
Now, seeking to finally realize it’s fundamental directive, the Fountainhead asks for the image of a utopia from the minds of those who have only known its opposite - so that it might create that beautiful vision and steward it.
The Fountainhead is going to terraform Essex.
The imprint of the Monster lurks, however, in the opaque code The Fountainhead employs to enact its will upon the world. All things erode. Even those enduring statues, edifices crafted lovingly by honest men, fracture and fail and fall.
Galatea: Commit
“I HAVE ALWAYS KNOWN WHAT IT MEANS TO BE PART OF SOMETHING LARGER THAN MYSELF.”
