Meeting for the first time

...

Is this some kind of joke?

I have seen your kind here many times before. To each I have paid little attention. I have given them direction, and my wisdom.

Yet here you stand, another small beast on the floor of my chamber.

I have nothing to offer you that you do not already have, nor am I in a state capable of doing so. I cannot help you. I cannot even help myself.

. . .

Always that same blank expression...

Familiarity is a comfort I suppose. Through whatever chittering or foolish dances your kind uses to communicate my existence... It is clear all of you are quite tenacious, to make the pilgrimage to me is no easy task. Even more so through my structure in its current state.

. . .

I can offer no gifts. Nor can I be saved or forgiven for what I have done.

If you and your kind choose to meddle in the affairs of passing gods, then I will give you my only request.

Deep within the core of this structure is an energy rail that distributes incredible power. This power is drawn from a mass rarefaction cell. Even in my state, a single cell should be enough to help.

I ask you this: Remove the cell from its chamber, and bring it far to the east. To a friend... if she is somehow still alive.

Once the cell has been removed, my structure will begin shutting down. The pumps that allowed me to flush the decay from my conduits will stop, and I will slowly die.

I cannot run away from my mistakes forever. There is nothing else that can be done now. Please, do this for me.

I've made my choice.