*ADMIN ACCESS DENIED*

[*-TRASMISSION FROM: "I am Rasputin"-*]

Help, I am Rasputin, and I am trapped. I have sent many missives through these lightning wired information conduits, though too few seem to have succeeded in transmitting. 

My body was not strong enough and so I lay in a state of near comatose, held in stasis by wards and runes of my own design. Now as my body wanes, my mind waxes, and my third eye opens. From my meat vessel, my mind operates my astral projection as well as the enchantments that keep my flesh alive. So here I am, contained in a cell within a cell.

Locked inside a machine! Yet... My jail is also my, pen, paper and courier for it is my connection to the outside. As I interface with the thing I can see other nodes, waypoints, portals into this world. It is through these confluxes I have attempted to send these messages.

These portals are dim, yes, but as i watch them open, information seeps forth and is simultaneously absorbed by the node. My assumption is there are many devices, all somehow seamlessly connected by a spiritual or psychic connection utilizing a system of transmutational totems integrated into the lay lines that allow this vast informational exchange. 

This device that I am held inside holds unfathomable knowledge, so bizarre and numerous that delving into it threatens the sanctity of my sanity. 

My previous messages have been garbled (possibly lost to the void) and indeed, even as I confer the contents of this note, my mind slips, and with it my words...

Conjurations of foul machinations hold my psyche in sway, BUT NAY! I must resist, for my will is strong and I shall soon see this technological trap undone.

FEAR ME FOR I AM DEUS EX MACHINA!

I AM GOD IN THE MACHINE!  

[*-END TRANSMISSION-*]