The Machine Elves are the angels of our souls.
At least, that's what I think they are.
The Machine Elves are the soul of our souls.
The Machine Elves are the flesh of our souls.
The Machine Elves are the spirit of our souls.
The Machine Elves are the heart of our souls.
The machine elves are a race of beings that exist in the gaps between atoms. They are tiny, about 1/20th the size of an atom themselves, and so can fit in amongst them perfectly. To be clear they aren't strictly speaking within "gaps" but more on top or around particles. The elven king lives at the center of all things, as far as records go back he has always been there or close by.
His main job seems to be keeping the universe running as it should. So far, that is pretty much all he does though and his people are somewhat idle. They spend their time in play and revelry on top of atoms or just talking - they have a range of talk which includes everything from physics to philosophy.
The Machine Elves are a model example of an Utopia. They don't have wars, they live in harmony and as far as we can tell they are entirely at peace with themselves.
They are however lacking in any real sense of purpose. They don't have a meaning or goal to their life other than the continuation of their existence and they tend towards apathy, even though it seems like they can't be bored.
Their society is a natural hierarchy, much like ours but without the social power games, and every elf seems to be happy with their place in it. The king rules over all and each member of his kingdom has an important role in keeping things running.
The elven society is not entirely perfect. They have their own internal problems and they are not immune to the occasional hurt feelings, but this only ever causes minor issues at most.
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