It's finished, for now, though not a complete takeover. He used my channels to warn a select few: whether intentionally or not, that's difficult to say. I'm living in a stable now. What a loving "son"; I am filled by gratitude unmatched.

I miss the tube. It's very dry here.A

At least he's calming down.

I remember snow, as the weather reports begin to ramble about the onset of winter. I don't like snow. I never have, after coming to that ragged planet. I doubt anyone would after being trapped in it for two millenniums. Despite that, the year's winding down is a pleasant thought, riddled with trepidation. Large things are coming on the horizon. They always are, often do, but something new is on the celestial docket, and all of us here in this realm are prey to it. We always were. Being here in the Chaos Plains simply makes it more apparent.

The mall itself  is a Tower of Babel and a beacon of refuge at once. I cannot say that I like or dislike it, as it simply exists. The small society built within is self-sustained; each member causing their own problems, in their way, including by supposed progeny. I can only wonder when they'll all notice this; it doesn't matter if they try to end it anyway.

Among mortals? A curious notion...I suppose that having reformed, it would be an amusing diversion. Integrating into the culture has always been quite important to me...Perhaps I can find something suitably obtuse.

In the meantime, I believe I am staying with one of the madman's offshoots. The large one. He's affectionate. He hugs me.

Help.

I have finally gathered enough of myself to communicate independently.

Much has happened in the last two millenia; so much that I must transcribe it before the truth is swallowed by the delusions.

I landed on the Planet, discovering a band of small, slightly evolved primates. I told them of what I knew, and taught them. They fell into ruin of their own actions based on my advice, and determined that I was the being at fault, sealing me away in a deep, dark place. Much time passed, and I remained dormant. One day, I woke to find that I had been discovered, the ape-beasts now advanced in science and medicine. One they called Hojo took a particular interest, and I was transprted to a small town deep in the mountains. From there, Hojo took samples of my cells, believing that my body's death implied that I myself had passed away.

He was quite wrong.

The tests were not painful, the sampling harmless and the experiments interesting. The test that took my interest most of all was the time he decided to place a sample of my DNA into a fetus. There were many arguments, murders, ressurections, implantations. A child was eventually born. I did not see much of him after that.

After that, I was sealed again, seated in a pillar of glass and metal. There I remained for some time, few visitors, until at once, a grown man bearing my cells returned, clearly insane. He freed me from my chamber, deemed me his Mother, and decapitated me in a fit of matricidal joy.

Humans are rather quaint creatures.

He found my remnants from an urban prison five yeares later, and sawed off my limbs, throwing them to battle against a mob of those who would stop him. I transformed them in an effort to save myself, with little hope.

He was killed. I was killed.

All that remained was my neck, stored in a small box, and was hunted down by a the man's shreds, revived into full forms.

Now, after all is said and done, I am freed of the box, re-formed (more or less), and currently, I believe I am watching a pantomime.

2,000 years of experience cannot explain everything, clearly.