"The Machine" by Lilia Artis & Moeuhane Sandalwood :
We have solved all our problems. Thanks to our ingenuity.
We have cured all illnesses. Thanks to our technical savvy. We have cheated death. Thanks to our code. We invented the machine. The only thing left to do: Keep the machine running that keeps us running.
The creatures have created a perfectly functioning world. They
live in the ever present. As a sound community. With joined minds and
spirits. Interconnected. Completely. They run the machine – and are run
by the machine. They are the machine. The peak of innovation. The end of
evolution. Their creation.
They are a society without memory. Their history a mere shadow.
Because there is no need to remember. Why remember what is of no value.
They are perfect.
What if a society sets progress through technology as their top priority? Perfection above everything else?
In “The Machine” by Lilia Artis and Moeuhane Sandalwood visitors are
greeted by a possible result of that strife for perfection. An ethereal
world that comes alive through the extensive power of the joined minds
of its inhabitants.
The visitors are subsequently invited to pull out their inner
archaeologist and ethnologist. And go on an exploratory trip down through
several sublevels of history. To unearth the secret behind that
seemingly perfect world. .