Cosmic Surgery [Arpeggio of Blue Steel]
Where do we come from? What are we? Where are we going?
Such pragmatic questions these three are, the answer can never truly be agreed upon, can it? It's always something different, there's always a disagreement, always a... conflict. It's almost like it's in human nature to feed the fire, to instil conflict between one another. But that couldn't possibly be true, could it?
Bah! Of course, it fucking could! Take a look at the history! The wars, the famines, and every little piece of human history is riddled with conflict. Be it small, like Ford vs Ferrari, or large, like World War 1 and 2.
Why?
Who fucking cares?! It's a wild, wild universe. Being competitive and staying on top does, by technicality, benefit one's civilisation greatly. Alternatively, it can kill them very, very quickly. So who knows?! Maybe the truth to multi-dimensional transcendence is being a three hugger... but armed with an AK-47!
Ah, who am I to judge? I love these squishy little pricks way too much. You know, being this whole "Architect" or whatever the fuck my job is supposed to be ain't easy! I'm supposed to be unbiased and ruthless, or something like that. But I can't fucking do that...
They have bunk beds! It's a bed... but with a ladder! How cool is that?! ...What? I can't base a species' survival based off of one silly invention? Watch me! And even if I can't directly intervene all the time, I can at least give a helping hand, no?
"I'm the shadow in your peripheral vision. A fleeting memory of a nonexistent entity. I'm the man on the stair who wasn't really there. I am hellfire. I am holy water. But to you, I am what you make me. An ally? An enemy? Toss a coin, see what fate the universe has in store for you."
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