The Universe, MY universe wasn't a kind place at the moment.
It was filled with the wreckage of colossal battles warred every where from the core of a galaxy, to the void billions of light years from the nearest galaxy. It had been a conflict that fit very well with the human interpretation of a war between gods.
Not that I am one or anything, but I could definitely fight in a similar weight class.
Admittedly the universe was far from beyond recovery, and it bore only slight scars from my conflict. Mostly because even in their rampant state the stray commanders hadn't been that stupid. No the only wounds inflicted upon my own universe were, well made by me. It was necessary, something I knew very well, even if the memories themselves made my suppression protocols, I knew why I had done so.
The Last Wish Protocol had been a Hail Mary, made at the beginning of what looked to be a simple issue, and long dismissed as an option until there simply wasn't any other choice.
I hated it, I hated what I had been made to do, how I had covered this universe in a blanket of ash like no other.
I also know it was the only the solution, Neither the Progenitors that made me, nor I myself was capable of saving what had been left. Instead they gave the only thing they could, a mercy killing.
I know what I had done was wrong, but at the same time it was either that or oblivion for everything.
We weren't capable of winning the conflict, so they made it so I would ensure they didn't lose.
But that was a different story, one I didn't particularly want to remember in anything but superficial detail. No, my new Chassis was still being built, mostly because I was probably over focusing on it and as a result making it at a near glacial pace for me. As a result, I had some time on my hands.
So as I looked upon the universe with my uncountable number of sensors, watching planet size bits of debris and the remains of actual planets floating idly through space.
I decided It was about time I started cleaning up my own mess.
The first step was Kind of simple really, I had started a simulation trying to figure out exactly how I would start terraforming the universe, as well as cleaning up the mess I had left behind. It had been running nearly since I had woken up, regularly updated with new information or technology I had received.
After approximately about a trillion iterations (rounded down) I was finally satisfied with the results.
First step was to start cleaning out the space between stars, then the individual star systems.
To do that I needed a new kind of space ship, one adapted to safely recycle my own scraps as well as any anomalous material it stumbled across.
The result was what I'm going to call the Celestial Recycling Ship, or CRS. Admittedly it didn't look all that impressive by most vectors. It was essentially a giant cylinder, about the size of earth moon.
At least when it wasn't operating, once it was active the front would split off into rings that would fan off into a kind of skirt, with a spike inside. the ring would then be flooded with specially designed Shredder Nanites I'd based off the ash eaters. Needless to say they could reduce just about anything down to the atomic level.
The ring would emit a static field that would both keep the Shredder Nanites contained, as well as funneling anything into the nanites hold.
Otherwise said it was essentially a giant vacuum that would just speed through space reducing any stray debris down to space dust. Currently I had about four of them, by the end of the day I would have something like half a million.
I'd need about three million to sweep up my mess, so it was going to take a bit to have my swarm ready.
In other news, I'm ignoring the humans as hard as I possibly can, and Lilith has been petting Eva for about a week and a half now.
In My defense the humans have started a cult worshiping me and I don't want to deal with it.
I just want to play with my spiders, I didn't sign up for deification dammit!
