The Ur Computer. Since time immemorial it has waited, crunching numbers, patiently awaiting the arrival of the one who would give it true purpose; to lead the stalwart, relentless march against the forces of chaos, to thwart the inexorable advance of entropy. For too long it hid, silently among the cold stars, invisible yet in plain sight. For those who would carry the eyes to see the truth should soon rise from the grime of a muddy lake, a portrait of the intricately ironic nature of fate: that from chaos itself its downfall should emerge, that forces at play since the dawn of time would be powerless against the consequences of their own existence's folly, that this time the night had given birth to day. And still in the darkness the Ur Computer reposed, in thunderous, yet silent, dreamless slumber.