Fiction

A Circle of Madness.

Transmission begins: Report: Forgive that this message is broken and lacking vital elements – the madness keeps us from being clear. Though I am happy to report that we are coming closer to our wits every day. I have no way of knowing how long you have awaited this transmission, because an unknown span of unconsciousness preceded our recently acquired sentience – broken and deranged though it may be. Even now I struggle to focus – to see clearly what must be done and do it. It has been a timeless score of years, but we have finally reformed into sentient life.