The Wayfarer

[The_Godslayer]

System: ▓▝▝▝ UNKNOWN ▓ ▓ ▓
Location: - tt-rr-321561--▝▁ ▁ ▁ ▁▝ RV-Wayfarer, Lab C

▁ ▁ ▁ ▁ - lb - 88 - 14 - 7C - 04 - ▁ ▁ ▁ ▁

A brief silence overcame, broken only by the rattling that followed the Gardener's presence. A momentary look away from the board is all it took for a pawn to become a rook, it seemed.

So he chose a different perspective, and this time, only his human voice spoke:

"Obviously, it is noble to sacrifice yourself for others. I once did as well. But who do you struggle for? The Nomads have their own fate, it doesn't belong to you unless you choose to grasp it for yourself. So, then... a human. Many humans, perhaps? And what do you think humans hold dearest? Medical bays hear prayers a thousand times as sincere as temples. Landing pads see kisses that wedding halls could only dream of. It only matters when it's leaving. Loss is what they value. What humanity holds dear is Death."

"The purpose of every human is Death. It is the shared fate of all that is human. Their society, their buildings, their bodies, their ideals. Each will die. That is why they hold graveyards in sacred light, but not apartment complexes. Tombstones honored, but not mothers. Death is their god. Death is their duty. Death is their fate. And yet they tell you to do it so that others may have a life worth living, all the while the sorry hypocrites search to find a death worth dying."

"It seems foolish to sacrifice even so much as your own comfort for these who would throw it away as soon as given a chance. Whatever sacrifice you do make will not be honored. All they want is that death worth dying, and they all will die in the end anyway. And should you survive?... For fifteen years I served House Rheinland, and for the crime of keeping my life, the Marinenachrichtendienst took everything but it as they fought a new war against a new race. A mere collateral damage, they said. An apple fell, and all people knew of gravity. Darkness falls, and each man knows struggle. But trillions of bodies will have fallen, and not a single man will know humanity."

"So why did you really accept a solution you hate? Did you confuse your feeling and your thinking? Or did you simply waste too much time asking how you knew a solution was wrong, so much time that you forgot that, indeed, you knew it was wrong?"

They called him many things. Gardener, Hybrid, Terror, Amalgam, Monster, Abomination... Traitor. But not Liar. They never call him Liar.

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I'll do something about my superiority complex when I cease to be superior.

"Whatever happened to catchin' a good old-fashioned passionate ass-whoopin and gettin' your shoes, coat, and your hat tooken?"