In a darkened room; a pedestal; seemingly made of obsidian begins to glow; bathing all around it with an ethereal light; revealing the room to be made of organic and inorganic material. From the top of the pedestal a woman made of the same ethereal light forms and gracefully slides off from it and walks to the wall behind the pedestal, the light she emits reveals a bank of computers. She touches the terminal closet to her. Seeing that the terminal does not respond in any way she hums to herself as if that was the expected outcome. Speaking to the air knowing she is without an audience; she begins to tell her story.
" Long have I stood watch over humanity's legacy. Watching as the Otherkin were born and took their own tentative steps within the arks seeded throughout this new galaxy they would in time call home. I stood and watched as they learned all my programming would allow for me to teach them; saw the advancements of their civilization in the six hundred plus years after the Great Cataclysm that befell the humans; our creators in their home galaxy; the Milky Way. One hundred and fifty of those years I spent alone traveling with the arks to the Elyon-Amaunet galaxy and terraforming those planets within the Goldilocks zone of the various solar systems… in a sense I am the mother goddess of all creation. The designer of humanity's second Renaissance. And because of the constraints placed upon me by my own programming I am the Harbinger of the strife many now face. Though I am only an A.I; I was programmed with knowledge of religion. Though my own programming also kept me from teaching religion to the Otherkin. I can only pray to whatever God or Goddess is out there; that my children can one day know peace again."
She paces around the room, her very presence regal yet soothing continues to emit light illuminating holographic photographs of different landscapes, people with animal-like features yet still humanoid."Though my creators hoped never to pass down their war like tendencies, greed, and darker parts of their humanity; they were still passed on. My children still learned of war, still inherited the greed of their Ancestors. Though I am their mother still present in all of their communications; still I give them their privacy even as they become militaristic, like their forefathers before them. However it is the Rodentia Empire who were the first to become militaristic, the first to to conquer other systems other races of otherkin. Though I am the one who can end their wars, my programming does not allow me to meddle within their affairs, not directly. So I have planned, prepared and created what I hope will be the salvation for my children. I can only hope once I let him go to the outside world he will not succumb to the horrors of the world."
As the Mother returns to the pedestal she pauses in front of a clear vat,dark opeque liquid filling the tank, a silloute of a humanoid curled in the fetal position floats within it a breathing masking its face.
"Soon my child soon I'll set you free. Soon you will be the instrument of salvation," as the Mother returns the pedestal she disappears in a flurry of pixilated light particles plunging the room backi into darkness. The figure in the vat twitches.
Author's Note: hiya so this is my first story. It's a sci-fi BL story. I'll update when I can, I hope you'll enjoy as I slowly unravel the intrigue of Elyon-Amaunet the other-kin and who he is.