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they'd like the REST of the multiverse to be, too. That's why they're such
pests."
"You don't sound like that thrills you much."
Morte glanced at Nordom, who was holding up his left crossbow to the side
of his head, as if listening to it.
"Because, chief, chaos has its place. And if everything was the way a modron
sees things, it wouldn't be much of a life... at least a life I'd want to live. They
just want to make everything structured. Yechhhh."
"Such balance between law and chaos is the way of the People. It is through
the discipline of knowing the teachings of Zerthimon that we unite being
and nonbeing, shape cities and weapons from primal chaos-matter through
order," Dak'kon added sagely.
I nodded, "And what's Mechanus?"
"It's the plane where all these clockwork drones come from. Ask him about
it, see what he says. It's where they sit around and tidy up everything all the
time... catalogue this, put this in order, put that in order, make that law, and
so on and so forth."
"Tell me about Mechanus, Nordom."
Nordom froze, then slowly the gears in his elbows began turning in a slow,
hypnotic synchronization. "Define/Query: Mechanus. Plane of Order. Sense.
Cause generates Effect. Predictable. Law. Logic. Regimented. Obedience.
Gears turn. Mechanus = Nordom Origin. Mechanus = Null Home/Nordom."
Morte gagged, "See? Boring in every sense of the word, chief. Imagine a
plane filled with modrons and big turning gears, and you have the great big
BORING plane of Mechanus. Too many laws, too annoying. A place you
wouldn't even want to think about, let alone visit."
Fall-From-Grace nodded. "Morte is correct - modrons share a common
'energy.' In some ways, this energy links all of them. When one of them dies,
the energy is absorbed back into the common pool, and a new modron is
created from that energy. When a modron goes... rogue... then he severs
the link from his kind and takes a small part of the energy with him."
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