The
Machine stopped and raised its head. Far away ahead of it the
glinting of light that the Machine had seen, the glinting which had given it a
purpose had resolved itself into an impossibly high tower sticking
like a dagger out of the heart of what seemed to be a city. The walls
glowed with light, all lit up by huge balls of glowing light hanging from chains and below them was what looked like a thick band
of forest and farm land. It was too far away for even the Machines
eyes to resolve details, but it did not need to the light was what drew the Machine on. The Light meant
other creatures, and for some reason the Machine felt driven to reach
a place with more people. It didn't have a word for the feeling, the
empty desolation inside it, but it knew if it reached the City it
would be gone. It set off again placing one foot in front of the
other over and over again.
