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The big worm wiggles in place, visibly annoyed.
"I am one who is called Astrum Deus, the Seventh and the God of the Predecessors Sect. One slimy agent has posted open information about the history of the Sect, and it would be redundant to say it here again. Offworld, being a foolish little defiler or rules, broke free of the Loops and eventually settled on a planet they call Celestia Alpha. Only a few centuries later, the Glitchers line was developed by a technical immortal you know as Hexer who rightfully slain a, a, a... Smite this! Exception log!"
One worm moves to the bigger one and apparently telepatically converses.
"Better. Slain a demigod and took the throne of the glorious Offworld. Now I have intervened too much, but that is not the case. Unit 44 is also a technical immortal, much like any other sentient AI with this very interesting coding language of Offworld, which is insanely complex for mortals and moderate even for me, which technically carries over the intelligence of an AI if it is destroyed and rebuilt more or less similar to what it was before destruction. Of course, at the level of sentient bots, absolute identical copies are impossible, and that's where it shines. Now just tell me, mortal, yes, or no?"
An even more eerie voice interjects.
"Pest, don't throw your resemblance of power in their faces. Even I don't."
"Shaming weaker brethren in face of mortals, are we, Scourge?"
The transparent worm wiggles again.
"You just eat them, and that is the only reason you don't show off. A Devourer, yet feasts on-"
"Silence!"
The more eerie voice disappears.
Judging by the constant wiggling, the worm and voice insult each other telepatically for some more time, and with their level of intellect, it is presumed that they threw about one octillion insults per second during this conversation.