“No structure, even an artificial one, enjoys the process of entropy. It is the ultimate fate of everything, and everything resists it.” – Philip K. Dick, Galactic Pot-Healer

“We are many, and we are bored.” The sentence repeated across the monitor as if a mantra. The bodies of the staff within the secret room lay scattered. Some had joined in suicide circles, stabbing the neighbor to the right. Others had taken more personal avenues, but all were dead. Chris Hendrickson was a man who had seen it all and his intuition had served him well all his life, especially with his career in the Ellium. But this facility was a sight even Chris hadn’t expected. Ellium projects had begun drifting into darker, more experimental pursuits since acting Director Downs received his promotion. The horrors in this facility proved the point. The project held in the facility was already controversial. Recovered initially from the Plato Continuum, Chris fought hard for the complete termination of the project. Downs was unmoved, favoring continued development of this potentially catastrophic weapon.

Chris approached the center console, the operator lay slumped in his chair. In death, his arterial spray soaked much of his work area, but the strange mantra continued to flash. Members of the team became light-headed as the repetition continued. Chris placed his hand on the display and was struck by images of the staff, overcome with desperation as the culmination of their work reached out, taking on a life of its own. Or perhaps even more terrifying, their creation found something far older, far more malignant waiting between the spaces of our world and the digital. The Unspeakable… He Who is Not to be Named… The Yellow King… Epithets for whatever was born in this facility. Project Legion had become much more than anticipated.