Most observers would never have expected the most ambitious act of sabotage in galactic history to be carried out by a previously unknown terrorist organization with no expressed political objectives, no known membership, no social, political, or economic support, and an unpronounceable gibberish name, but most observers were not Yyyxyy. Indeed, as it turned out, not even Yyyxyy was Yyyxyy, as the group was eventually discovered to be little more than a dummy organization for the Illbreed Liberation Front, itself a cover for the Byforalla Ranchers and Cattlemen’s Association, a transparent facade for the Future Planning Group, a subsidiary of Oberon Industries, an entirely fictional legal entity with no real income, no board of directors, and an entirely nonexistent address—but an address which, run through an old Xoulic cipher, pointed instead to the location of the Bazrahin embassy.

It appears unlikely that the Bazrahin carried out the operation themselves, but what little evidence we have indicates the plated people provided extensive financial and logistical support to those who did. The identity of the actual saboteurs has yielded a seemingly endless list of potential suspects, from Vermailians intent on crippling their Viridian foes to Illbeeds radicalized by genetic apartheid to militant Rayechtoi looking to upset a corrupt social order to once-fictional Ven’rom’es cells made real and turned on the government that spawned them. Indeed, the Generator appears to have provided so tempting a target to so many parties that it would seem simpler to list those without a reason to destroy it.

For the Bazrahin, this seems to have been largely the point: the Generator was, as trickster-priest Thogol Arrani later put it, “one of history’s hangnails, too ungainly and conspicuous to avoid being clipped.” It was not that they demanded its destruction, but rather that they saw its removal as an historical inevitability in which they hoped to take part. The existence of the generator—like that of the civilization which produced it—was a brief, anomalous imposition of order on the universal undesign, and it was the duty of any enlightened being to help wash this poor, misshapen thing from the shores of history back into the placid oceanic chaos.

—Recorder 3000-21