Forest of loneliness, long arrays of trees holding onto one another.

  The machine enters the forest, unknown to what it will see.

  The trees continue for centuries, this hallway, never-ending.

  After what seems like a long time, does the machine decide to rest.

  Rust already building up in its gears.

  Unknown is the time it spent here.

  The trees of the room stand idly.

  Boring holes onto the machine with their vision.

  Yet none bear witness to it.

  Blind are their eyes.

  mute is their voice.

  none wish to help the machine.

  but they are trees are they not?

  The machine remains in wait til a voice speaks to it once more.

  "Do you require assistance?"

  A familiar voice to the robot.

  The machine's vision looks up to see the white figure once more.

  Its flesh is a similar white to the walls.

  An acquainted sight up to this point.

  The machine responds to the figure.

  "My gears are rusting, movement is difficult, I doubt I will be able to continue for long."

  The creature took a bit to think.

  Its voice soon formed a response;

  "Why do you require to move so much?"

  The machine is reminded of it's mission.

  "I need to send the final words of man to the one upstairs."

  "Such valiant effort, what if it's all a lie? What if you are simply being pulled along for nothing? The further you enter this abyss the more you will regret it."

  The machine never thought of it before.

  What if all of this was for nothing?

  What if this effort will be thrown away?

  What would occur once he's finished?

  Perhaps it would be best to just remain here.

  However, no matter if it wanted to give up.

  It remembered that it had a job.

  Even if worthless.

  Even if thrown away.

  The machine will follow it's programming.

  "Even so I would complete my purpose, For it is what I was made for."

  The being simply faced the machine.

  It spent a bit simply studying it.

  More will than the creature would ever have.

  Has the machine surpassed the many who remain here?

  No matter, inaction will consume it soon.

  The creature showed no response.

  It got up and left silently.

  Leaving The machine once again.

  The machine spent a few minutes.

  Thinking of its conversation again and again.

  Thoughts plague the machine's mind.

  But it paid no attention to it.

  It continued on its journey soon enough.

  This forest continues to span.

  Never-ending continuation.

  Millions of trees, hands holding onto each other, Branches of limbs Meshed together, a jury of body parts, each watching the machine.

  The long walls of limbs cause a continuation of thoughts.

  Hesitance about whether continuing.

  fear of uselessness mixed with apprehensiveness about truly giving the word.

  Finally, however, it made it.

  The end of this horrid forest.

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  If the machine could sigh in relief it would.

  Yet it had no ability to do so.

  Upon leaving the forest a large door stands in the machine's way.

  An inscription reads on the door;

  "For God has not called us for impurity, but in holiness."

  A weird shape hole is bored into the door.

  Something will have to be placed in there to enter it.

  Yet the machine has nothing in that shape.

  It turns back.

  Looking back to the forest.

  It knows it will need to enter it again.

  In defeat the machine concedes.

  It passes along the forest once again.

  This time looking for anything that may help its mission.

  Yet nothing appears.

  Soon it would pass the forest.

  Back to the room which held the singular tree.

  Now the tree's leaves are no longer that of white

  but of red.

  Its bark seemingly weeping red.

  Lines of blood seeping from it's crevices.

  The machine looks down at the stairs once more.

  knowing it'd be unable to pass down.

  Yet for the third time.

  A voice spoke once again.

  "Even after knowing it's pointless, you carry on."

  The machine felt two hands pick it up.

  Soon the machine was moved to the tree once again.

  There it took a few minutes to think.

  Yet it was stopped by the creature.

  "The lock requires a sacrifice, not a key."

  The machine looked at the figure in confusion.

  During it's entire time here.

  It was never given a straight answer.

  Yet it got one.

  A sacrifice will have to be made, but what may the sacrifice be?

  "What sacrifice will have to be done?"

  The being took a minute to think.

  It shook its head in no.

  The machine accepted the answer.

  A sacrifice worth enough to activate the gate.

  The machine thinks for a second.

  It'd be best to retrace its steps.

  Soon enough it begins to move once more.

  Going through the bottom door it sees the long hallway.

  White halls, doors on all sides, a lengthy journey once again

  this will be long.

  And so the machine decides to go through each door.

  Every one has the same room.

  A white void.

  Nothing at all inside of it.

  A lonely abyss of nothing.

  Finally back to the split.

  The machine goes to the left room.

  Witness to the carving and the word;

  Innocence.

  What is it that makes it so important?

  The machine couldn't make any sense of it.

  Maybe just maybe it needed a short system restart.

  Yeah that's what it needs.

  And so the machine restarts itself.

  Making sure it does so near the carving.

  Maybe being near its problem will fix it all.