A tale of fortune

Taken on the day of borrowed coins, a story long and forgotten now, this record was.
Prelude to initiaton is a note, that without a broad valley inside your mind, will you never make sense of what is laid down upon these digital pages.
The time has come, to recognise knowledge as your ally, and perform magical ceremonies to remove ignorance from your life.

The cold winds flowed, with hollow whispers of truth, a construction or combination of human flesh and rigid metal churned and clicked through the wastelands known once by many as home. The sun seared but the clouds hats above, slim slivers begging permission to pierce the ice that had long captured the land.
The machine man or man machine had spent a thousand eons searching for the answer, the answer to the riddle, the riddle holding life hostage. Not just humanity, but all life that had once lived had been sent to the after life, not life after, but the existence after life, in all reality no existence at all. Through the wasteland he had marched, the earth itself was still barely alive, beneath miles of ice a molten core continued to flow. The man machine thought to himself, even though the humans had managed to exterminate all on the surface nature it self would still prevail.
For you see the humans had spent their short time constructing and destructing, improving and repressing all at the same time, eventually this process lead nowhere and with the combined fear and foolishness nonexistence was the only product.
Alone in on the world the man machine did not rest, he paced his way through the barren remains, on a journey with no destination, he need not sustenance, that had long been removed from his needs.
He knew not his creator, but he liked to imagine, he imagined it was a righteous one with pure intentions, he liked to imagine that he had been born with purpose. All those around him agreed, proving him right, though, of course, he was alone. In reality he had created himself, to an extent, what he was now was not what he was before, but now he was better, he beleived.
He had weapons, to defend himself from himself, to attack himself, for a greater profit, a profit that would undeniably be of no real worth. He had educated himself with knowledge about himself, he made assumptions about his very foundations, about the foundation of existence, though he may be wrong, he was not argued with and so he felt proven correct.
He had no contact with anything at all, he had forgotten how to read the other animals and the plants, for they no longer existed, he did not beleive in the myths of other animals or plants because he had never seen them, or so he beleived.
Long forgotten were the words of his elders, but they no longer existed, in his memory or his reality, the mistakes past made, by him and by others like him before him, has been forgotten, and so the lesson they had taught was also wasted, like all things in the wasteland.
This was the riddle, that noone posed and noone knew, the riddle that was the truth, its answer sublime, but where was the riddle? Noone dared search for it, did they truly beleive in it?
Their time was wasted, they spent it in fear of the ones that sat on a throne of power, the entire world owned by a single fearsome entity.
Where were the people? noone knew, all thought was a collective selfish motion, to go against it was foolish, to try and change the pace was impossible, unless you sat on the throne of power.
The flow of course did lead to the wasteland, time is not as we beleive, the present the past and the future are part of the river, our time is flowing to the death of what we can prove to be the only planet of supported sentient being.
To stop this who is? noone is and there never will be, for without the power to change the flow of time you have no control over your fate, and without the plan to destroy humanity you have not the chance to gain the power to change that fate.
One can only be thankful, thankful that they needn't experience the final fall of mankind, feel the satisfaction of having no responsibility, feel no guilt for you know not the consequences of your actions.