Bologue gazed up at this monument of flesh and blood; as the conversation with Bologue continued, it awoke from its slumber, the flesh becoming active, and machinery roared to life.
The surface of the multitude emitted high temperatures, waves of heat rushing forth, electricity swept along the cables, illuminating a series of indicator lights that flashed in a regular pattern, the points of light increasing until the entire dark space was filled with these sparkling points.
Bologue felt as if he were under a starry sky.
Of the four masks at the main body, the copper-green mask representing Maria's persona was in an activated state, while the other masks were silent; on the branches extending from the trunk, many small masks hung, stirring speculation in Bologue's heart.
"The multitude is not perfect; it is the product of the stubborn will of successive directors, formed to achieve the Order Bureau's ideal, twisted, bloated, and pathological."
