The temple ruins were older than the forest by several thousand years, and older still even than its current invaders. Automata DC-70785 first learned of their presence when they crossed the exterior columns delineating the temple space, the building itself having long since sank beneath mud, moss and the gnarled roots of rainforest trees. The visions it received were at first blurred, grain-spotted, and the cracks on the ancient lenses cast lines of throbbing color across the subjects. DC-85’s mind quickly set about correcting the images, tearing and twisting and refocusing the footage, correcting the color, balancing the movements of the beings recorded.
Once thoroughly edited, all images were stored. DC-85 never forgot an image once it had been corrected to its satisfaction; it was not within its logic to overlook trespass upon the temple. Ancient mechanisms within its body readied to repel the intruders.
