He looked out across the visible world. The sunrise blanketed Neork in a rose of light. The clouds passed over him and through him. His machine mind worked effortlessly behind his consciousness, keeping himself together. He understood.
Without him needing to speak, Diana replied, “Good, Jericho. This is good. Jericho, do you…remember your mission?”
His mission. His ordained task. He was chosen from so many, for his absolute love of Father Almighty. The hellfire in the Prophet’s words had tempered Jericho long ago, and he had long since known of his mission.
“I know.”
“Good. That's good. That’s all we need from you, Jericho. All that God needs of you. You know that.” Diana continued, “Let’s start then, shall we? Your brothers and sisters are ready down below. Do you remember where to lo
