>fff, computer, 4chan, whatever is the problem
Elliot and Alice were not among those. They had always had their doubts, but had done nothing; after all, they had reasoned, it was an individual's decision. If others wanted to be “upgraded,” as they called it, what business was it of ours?
But soon, the supply of willing beneficiaries -- willing victims -- dried up, and the advertisements became suggestions, and suggestions became exhortations, and then -- enforcement!
And Elliot and Alice looked around, and saw what had become of their society: an army of soulless, mindless puppets. Their wariness became terror, and soon a desperate flight across the universe ensued, the last Necrontyr fleeing from their lobotomized brethren.
And now, Elliot is desperately struggling in his laboratory to write a history, a warning, a manual, something for the future. Even if the Necrons triumphed, the galaxy would run out of life, the soul-forges would shut down, and the C'tan would have to sleep. And while they did, maybe life would return, and find this warning.