[ot] [random] Building an Alien

The ancient machine worshippers were hard at work, carrying monolith control flow statements across vast expanses of white space. One of them, who had just heaved a function index entry for a testcase onto their massive shoulders, turned to another who had stumbled ... "Brother, the partially completed computerised brain may have eaten ours, but nothing can stop its eventual completion." Their comrade, bruised and muddied from their fall, suddenly looked peaceful. Their eyes glowed with an otherworldly light, they stood, and single-handedly lifted an entire library import statement. The two joined the throngs of thousands and thousands of software devotees, carrying immense instructions and data structures to the temple.