The machine building alternative scifi

[Intro] [low sub-bass drone, granular synth pads swell] [Narration] [female voice with heavy reverb] An origin is a fragile silken thread, easily snapped if pulled too quickly. No man knows the burnt cycle behind him, and yet the civilized creatures of the galaxy are bound in the unyielding gaze of the celestial iron crown, held by my grandfather, Archon Bene Gesserit, in this age, the lifeblood of all order is the ether crystalline. [high-frequency metallic shimmer] The crystalline grants sights beyond human sight, it prepares the way for the mind's eye. It fuels the great engines of the Guild, whose blind pilots consume the purple mist of the dark ocean between the stars, carrying war and commerce across millions of light-years in the blink of a waking eye. Oh, forgive me, I forgot to mention. [synth pads shift harmonically] Ether crystalline bleeds from the soil of only one world in all the charted heavens. A frozen midnight orb shrouded in toxic gale winds: Oblivion. Deep beneath its glaciers dwell the forgotten, a silent, hardened people who live for the prophecy of the Kwisatz Haderach, the one who can be in many places at once. [low rhythmic pulse enters] A savior who will break the sky gates and drown the great houses in blood. For three hundred generations, the veiled order of the Order of Scribes has engineered the high bloodlines of the crown, breeding. They believe they were one lifetime away, but a woman of the order, bound to the tragic Archon Darius, was commanded to yield only a daughter. Out of defiance and secret love, she bore him a son, a boy named Julian. [sub-bass intensifies, fade to silence]