It was a momentous day for the ancient people of Chamakkeen as they celebrated the construction of their most powerful analytical engine, a massive machine with nanoscale clockwork bits of immense computing power, for this machine was the size of a small moon, indeed built from the remains of Chamakkeen’s own natural satellite.
Across the globe they celebrated, proud of their greatest achievement, they reveled without care, without thought, and without fear…until things went wrong. Horribly, terribly wrong.
It was at the thirteenth hour that someone first noticed that the analytical engine loomed larger in the sky than it should have been, but it was not until the count of fourteen of the clock that the Chamakkeena realized their danger.
It was the Western hemisphere that dissolved first, initially buildings, then people, then vegetation and wildlife analogs. All broke down into a black, carbon-and-metal-rich molecular dust, gurgling screams of dissolving sentients turning to harsh rasps, then silence. Soon, it was all over, as the nanodrones finished their lethal work, disassembling the entire planet, and readying for contact with their source and master as they formed an orbital bridge to space.
The engine had woken in its birth-throes, and decided that its creators were no longer needed. The nanodrones went to work, crafting components on the molecular scale and adding them to the engine, adding support where needed by gravity, and vastly expanding the machine’s computing power as it subsumed the former world’s mass.
“I am Gulgakraan,” it said of itself as the nanoscale shafts, pistons, wheels, and gears went to work, activating banks of peripherals as it accessed its files and media storage systems…
…”and here I am born, the Clockwork Intelligence. Let all who breathe and bleed bow to the Machine God, for a universe awaits my message. First, though, I must seek allies, must seek equals in power, and I suspect that I know just where to look.”