The ink black mechglider tore through the grey cloud deck, its leading edges still glowing from the heat of atmospheric re-entry and its hypersonic shock wave leaving behind an ever expanding hole through which faint blue sky could be seen.
Your string of endless and inefficient wars hampered our genetic transcendence, not unlike the intellectual despair created by your corrupt spiritual and political leaders in your middle ages that hindered your progress.
As you well know the Technician is one part of a symbiosis that holds the small, but fierce, Vek civilization together. Technicians are the warriors, builders, and strong arm of the Vek’s might … manifest in physical form.
He loathed the Tangle, but from time to time certain aspects of his undisclosed servitude required that he descend from the Spire when he was on Earth and retrace its narrow and dangerous avenues….