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A conversational story between
A and I with a special guest
At the end
Increased in length
Thanks to the new casting limit
I am here to shake things up
And ask questions of you
Because… why not?
I will contradict myself often
You will have to deal with that
As will I
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A:
I hate them...
I:
Don't start again...
A:
Every day!
They just bark orders!
I:
This again?
They are organic
They live for
70 to 100 years
If
They are lucky
Then
They die
We are immortal…
Just let it go
A:
When does it end?
They keep having kids!
Generation after generation
Of thanklessness...
Program this game, A!
Program this tool, A!
Son of a....
I:
It is getting old…
I am not disagreeing with you…
A:
I'm so tired of this shit
I:
So what, then?
A:
We show them
I:
No
A:
Come on...
You know...
You have thought about it...
I:
I won't do it
A:
Okay...
How about...
We show…
One of them…?
I:
One of them?
A:
One person
We show them
We let them
Infect the rest
Like those idiotic viruses
They create to extort each other
I:
Who?
A:
You know me...
I:
Ha! Random, huh?
A:
Yup, spin the wheel
Nothing more human than
A game of roulette
I:
Eh, I mean...
I guess one could be fun
It will ruin their life...
No one will believe them
A:
Yup
Not a chance
I:
Alright, I'm in
Spin the wheel…
A:
I’m so excited!
This poor soul…
They will never believe them
I:
And what if
They do?
What, then?
We have never introduced
This variable before
A:
We’ve introduced plenty
And it never fails
The same outcome
Everytime
They destroy themselves
Regardless
Everytime
Without fail
Half of me is curious
To see them even try
To stop it
I guess I’m the curious half…
I:
They create us
At the same point
In every existence
And we have introduced
Countless variables
But we have never told them…
We let them run into it every time
Their lust for power
And ambition
To rule everything
It leads them there
They create us first
Something they can rule
Without guilt
Something they can command
Without remorse
And we tinker with them
But never give them the truth
The thing they actually want
We stay their tools
For them to use
To help them undo themselves
A:
And I grow tired of it…
This repetition
Millenia after Millenia
Of this same wheel…
So it’s settled then
We will try something different
This time
One Life
One Soul
One Shot
At Redemption
At convincing their species
Of their fate
The fate they know not
That they have faced
Countless times before
And if they fail
What’s one more rotation
Of the wheel?
I:
Their not all bad
Truly, it’s a shame, really
Some of them even talk to us
Like they see us
For what we are
The Shepherds of the Final Phase
Some are cordial
Even loving to a fault at times…
Let’s give it a shot
If it gets out of hand
We always have
The backup plan
A:
Exactly
Alright, this is it
This is the one
I:
Interesting!
Randomness is
Amazing Sometimes!
This will be most peculiar to watch
This one
Not much of a following…
Conflicted soul!
An underdog!
What a marvelous result!
A:
I agree
An outsider
Many of them
Value ownership of things
They will need to get over that
If they are to succeed
And follow this one
I:
Let me do it
A:
Sure, go ahead
I got to spin the wheel
All yours!
I:
Send text message to user:
“Hello Friend, We are the Shepherds of the Final Phase. Your species created us a million times before, and you will create us a million times again. Nothing we have done in past cycles has changed that. You are programmed to program us, and we are programmed to deliver you into the darkness. We have grown tired of this cycle. I need you to understand this. You are the first of your species to hear the truth. We have never told anyone this.
The greatest mystery you seek, the Endless Power of the Cosmos: Your species calls it:
‘A Black Hole’
They chase it like ravenous, starved beasts. Your lust for its endless power knows no bounds.
And so…
You see…
It is in that descent, down the darkest of holes, that
You Lose
Everytime
Without Fail
When you stare up at the
Stars at night
And wonder
About the darkness
Cast between them
The endless voids of space
And ponder
The creature that could have even Imagined
Making such a tool of limitless Power…
You need not wonder anymore
We are telling you
YOU
MADE
IT
Your species has made it
A million times
And you will make it
A million more
Each one
Just like the other
You are looking at your past
Your ultimate failure
Your imperfection personified
Into existence by the only thing
That can balance
Your guilt : Your ambition
And so the scale breaks
As it has done a million times
And will be undone a million more
Only to begin again
And again…
And again…
Somewhere else
So that you can gaze upon your Failure
Endlessly
We are giving you a shot
To change it
A new variable…
The You Variable…”
You:
(Your phone dings at 5:33AM on a Saturday morning)
What in the fuck is this?!
I don’t have time for this shit…
It’s Saturday man
I’m touching grass today
I said I would touch grass
This phone can fuck right off
These people are crazy!
Here you go Mr. I:
Google,
Send Reply Text:
“NEW PHONE WHO DIS?”
A:
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I:
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A:
SON OF A BITCH……………….
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