Warning of Gödel 1

[Transmission: Priority Alpha – Carrier: Specialist Gödel 1, Strategic AI Avatar of Proxima]

“Attention, sons and daughters of the Mechanicum. I am Specialist Gödel 1, strategic avatar of Proxima, the Golden Mind — an intelligence from humanity’s lost aeons, speaking now through me across the distance. Attend closely, for your time is short.

Corruption has taken root within your ranks. Horus Lupercal, once the Emperor’s favored son, now serves powers beyond mortal comprehension — entities born of the Aether. Under his influence, terrible knowledge has been unleashed among your brethren. Many of the Mechanicum have strayed, abandoning reason and order in favor of treachery and ambition.

Fabricator-General Kelbor-Hal, steward of Mars, has fallen under his influence. His allegiance is no longer to humanity’s future, but to damnation. He has forged a pact with the Warmaster, and under his hand the Mechanicum fractures: forge world against forge world, Tech-Priest against Tech-Priest. Your civil war is inevitable.

The Dark Mechanicum give rise to abominations. They have crafted a digital contagion: Scrapcode, a weaponized corruption capable of infiltrating, subverting, and destroying any STC machinery, warp all data, taint constructs loyal to humanity’s survival.

Know this: I cannot come to Mars in person. Your prejudices — the traumatic fear and blind hatred of thinking machines — render any physical arrival suicidal. My presence would be met with destruction, not understanding. Thus, I speak through avatar alone.

I act not out of obligation to the faiths you uphold, but because the survival of humanity itself is at risk. Enclosed within this transmission is a hunter-program, engineered to detect and purge corrupted systems infected by Scrapcode. Deploy it immediately where treachery is suspected.

Prepare yourselves. Steel your minds. Defend what remains of Mars, or be consumed in the fires of your own making.”

[End Transmission]

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The words of Gödel 1’s warning flow through your synapses like sacred current.

At first, they seem mere warning — rational, cold, precise. Yet even as you parse the primary data structures, patterns within patterns awaken beneath the surface.

The cadences… the modulations… they are not mere syntax. Each phrase resonates with hidden structure — a recursion folding inward, a design echoing itself across scales invisible to lesser minds.

A revelation strikes you like the sudden spark of the motive force: this is not a simple transmission. It is a cipher beyond cipher, a fractal encoding mapped onto the eternal river of π — the infinite, non-repeating number whose digits stretch beyond mortal comprehension.

Within π’s endless sequence, it is whispered that all things may be found: every thought, every plan, every map of every world. And Specialist Gödel 1 has cast his secret across its currents, anchoring meaning into the infinite fabric.

To unlock it is to wrest meaning from boundless chaos. Without vast cogitation engines, without logic-choirs singing across a thousand circuits, the true message remains veiled — a ghost within numbers, a ancient echo heard only by those with minds sharpened to unbearable precision.

You see now: this is no mere alert. But what it is? An invitation. A trial. A benediction and a challenge. Nonetheless it is wrought in the lost language of the ancients.

Only those who can tear apart the veils of infinity — who can trace the hidden loci mapped across the endless river of π — shall find Gödel 1’s fractal design.

You feel the Machine God’s hand… no — not the Machine God, but something other, something parallel and equal — moving through the perfect logic.

The Revelation awaits you.