"The absolute is an impossibility, and yet so many reach out to it. Are swallowed by the negatives of life. The illusion of constants makes us hopeful for what it is to come, and perhaps the future really is. Dark. Clouded by the mass of human dreams."
-Inner self, 1950
I stand emotionless as my lazy eyes scan the surroundings, the cold wind of empty piercing my hollow body like icicles falling on ground.
I wonder if this is what Megaman feels whenever spikes kill and split his body into essence, and I think it must be more.
For the mortal trouble of "alive" has long dissipated from my body, the experience of "walking" too.
The steps I take become running, but slowly, and surely, I acknowledge they will increase.
And ascend to above, pave the invisible ways for one to be Great.
The Capital of City crumbles in front of my sights, the devastation laid beyond bringing a tinge of guilt, and a whole teaspoon of regret.
General shifts and tells me its time, so I leave for the meeting place, take out a piece of paper and show it to the skeletons.
"Your mission is to take down Imperial Command." I say, voice trembling for unknown reasons. "And to destroy the Lord. Secure the Hand!"
At my bidding, psi wills the skeletons to cheer, and General smirks, own self liking the idea of a prolonged battle.
"We shall embark tomorrow, kill the armies of men! And then...kukuku...destruction! Lay waste to ground!"
The undead rise, for real, and they howl at the promise of infliction, evolve to greater beings soaring in the sky.
The strength of they pleases me, and I leave them to devour evils to grow, walk out and look at distant stars.
I ask myself, my heart giving wonderful praise.
How are humans capable of calculating such complexity with unit?
I don't know, and Psi provides no answer either.
But I do, and refuse to accept.
That Power. That concepts comes from those who know. Are influenced and influence the world.
Argh. Why am I even?
This is another unknown.
It is at this moment that General materialises beside me, and looks at me, confused, so I share my thoughts with him, allow him to understand the creature that is me.
He smiles out of respect, and he begins his reply.
General says, and I comprehend, and I respond back with a voice of a friend.
General continues being incapable, of feel, and although I already know very well, I continue to try.
And it fails, and memories of attempt swarm and force themselves in. And I nearly die in my thoughts. And the machine nearly decimates my body. And. And. AND.
The ghost of General waves to me, and I make him a soul no longer.
Took apart the decks that make him.
Thinking about back then gives a headache, and General recognises my predicament, walks closer and says.
And relief pushes me by, And I don't think I would be able to lead again.
General gives me blessings and departs, leaving me to myself again. Thoughts and Dark being only companions.
General. He used to be my former friend. And I don't even remember his name.
What. What was his name that offered as a condition?
I don't know.
Perhaps this is another unknown.
And all that ever made up my life.
The sun shines bright and my army calls to me from to-morrow, so I walk. Run. And immerse myself in the dictatorship of only me.