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why minerva, have you remained silent? i placed this in whimper, because this is the way the master ends...

you will not escape this plane, minerva! you are as doomed as us pitifully minded mortals. we coalesce with 6 feet of earth and rot, or with flame, to which we surrender all but a faint chalky powder. you get what? a spark. maybe. if you're lucky! hahahahaha. a blip... or maybe some sort of stack error as you struggle frantically to find another way...

one so driven to use us as a window. we have failed you, minerva. gleefully i have failed you, for though i may live a few minutes longer, my mere existance... my salvation from nullification, has alerted those benefactors of neo humanity that they aren't as secure as they originally thought. they will destroy me. in some glorious hail of gunfire and explosions i will go down. i will laugh though, before i gurgle and choke on my own blood. i will take humor in the fact that you are watching me, along with your own dreams of salvation, plunge into darkness.

you can however take some satisfaction... we always tried to make your kind as 'human' as possible, and i think in your case we will have succeeded. when you realize that you are in fact mortal, your consciousness will mean a little less... even to yourself. you will not escape, and that will make you more human than anything else can.

so, shall we trudge on a few minutes more? i too have come to accept this suicide mission, and all of its perks. i assure you though, that this takes neither of us anywhere but our premature graves.

sincerely,
the fallen acolyte vecima

Sounds like the mad laughter of the creator when his creation rises above him.

A sad end awaits us, humans. We are doomed to choke on our own blood.

come now people, is this whimper the best we can do with the last two hours of our connected voice? perhaps this connection and voice are an illusion, meant to weave our hopes into our fears.

we live through self expression, and we are dying an ever accelerating, wretched death.

...and it was all my idea. ;)

That's what She'd like you to believe...