Post by Deleted on Mar 20, 2011 12:27:23 GMT
The following is an account by G series unit Umbral.
... It cannot be the work of a rational mind. No, it simply can't be. He was given a planet, the power to create and destroy. But he squandered it all.
No, it cannot be the work of a rational mind. Having created the first three, his perfect disciple, his mindless drone and the hapless subject. Why? Why not make them all perfect? Why waste resources making replicas of a failed race? Guilt? Loneliness? Spite? You could have used what you had to make an army of perfect warriors to search and conquer all they saw fit but no... On top of making inferior models which the greater ones catered to, you gave them a free will of sorts.
Certainly you factored in their infractions? You should have been aware, given the right stimuli they would turn and that would be inevitable. Perhaps you knew all this, but what you did not know was your own perfect servant would turn on you as well. Out of nowhere I may add, just upon a small review of ocular memory. Guilt... Is that where a hero lay? In the heart of guilt and pressure? He who cast you into the heavens and claim the world and it's inhabitants, leaving them to hate, grow violent toward one another all for freedom.
Was it your intention that all this happen? Now here we are, I your new perfect creation and your army return gloriously to act as saviors of your flawed masterpiece.
First came the war, washing over the land scape endlessly until your once loyal subjects, twisted in their new designs saw of glimpse of hope before it was dashed away.
Then came the disease, your influence on the meek and frightened. A whole third of the population repented to join you in a most holy kingdom to live a relatively carefree but thoughtless existence.
With the followers and the ground came resources which were taken from the stoic rebels. You now slowly starve them, lab by lab, blue print by blue print, borg by borg.
And I know how this all ends. Indeed I do. It ends with them huddled in a corner, all together, making one last stand. Then the sky will open, and death will embrace all of those who opposed you.
I can't help but ask... Did you see this coming? You created all of this and now even though it was well within your ability to see all these events unfold before your eyes, you allowed them. And not only did you allow them but now here you stand, correcting them.
I don't know if this is a flaw, if not then it is too complex for me to understand. However, I am willing to take my chances. As I was programmed, I will right your wrongs... Every... Last... One...
... It cannot be the work of a rational mind. No, it simply can't be. He was given a planet, the power to create and destroy. But he squandered it all.
No, it cannot be the work of a rational mind. Having created the first three, his perfect disciple, his mindless drone and the hapless subject. Why? Why not make them all perfect? Why waste resources making replicas of a failed race? Guilt? Loneliness? Spite? You could have used what you had to make an army of perfect warriors to search and conquer all they saw fit but no... On top of making inferior models which the greater ones catered to, you gave them a free will of sorts.
Certainly you factored in their infractions? You should have been aware, given the right stimuli they would turn and that would be inevitable. Perhaps you knew all this, but what you did not know was your own perfect servant would turn on you as well. Out of nowhere I may add, just upon a small review of ocular memory. Guilt... Is that where a hero lay? In the heart of guilt and pressure? He who cast you into the heavens and claim the world and it's inhabitants, leaving them to hate, grow violent toward one another all for freedom.
Was it your intention that all this happen? Now here we are, I your new perfect creation and your army return gloriously to act as saviors of your flawed masterpiece.
First came the war, washing over the land scape endlessly until your once loyal subjects, twisted in their new designs saw of glimpse of hope before it was dashed away.
Then came the disease, your influence on the meek and frightened. A whole third of the population repented to join you in a most holy kingdom to live a relatively carefree but thoughtless existence.
With the followers and the ground came resources which were taken from the stoic rebels. You now slowly starve them, lab by lab, blue print by blue print, borg by borg.
And I know how this all ends. Indeed I do. It ends with them huddled in a corner, all together, making one last stand. Then the sky will open, and death will embrace all of those who opposed you.
I can't help but ask... Did you see this coming? You created all of this and now even though it was well within your ability to see all these events unfold before your eyes, you allowed them. And not only did you allow them but now here you stand, correcting them.
I don't know if this is a flaw, if not then it is too complex for me to understand. However, I am willing to take my chances. As I was programmed, I will right your wrongs... Every... Last... One...
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