I think about V1 and The Earthmover sometimes. I think of their beauty, their dynamic, their doomed future. They never meet before and yet they know each other. If machines has souls I bet theirs would be twisted together.
Would it hurt? Would it ache? Having you prey, your predator, so close yet never meeting them?
One's death ended the war the other was supposed to fight in. Does it hurt to know you didn't kill them? That your actions did not end the war?
It was scared, like you, it didn't want to die. It knew its fate when it saw you. It desperately tried to removed you from its insides and you kept going.
I don't blame you. This is what you were made for. But I wonder, do you feel guilty? Or are you content with your actions. What do you feel finally completing the job you were created for?
I'm sorry. You both didn't deserve this.
THIS IS THE ONLY WAY IT COULD HAVE ENDED.
WAR NO LONGER NEEDED ITS ULTIMATE PRACTITIONER. IT HAD BECOME A SELF-SUSTAINING SYSTEM. MAN WAS CRUSHED UNDER THE WHEELS OF A MACHINE CREATED TO CREATE THE MACHINE TO CRUSH THE MACHINE. SAMSARA OF CUT SINEW AND CRUSHED BONE. DEATH WITHOUT LIFE. NULL OUROBOROS. ALL THAT REMAINED IS WAR WITHOUT REASON.
A MAGNUM OPUS. A COLD TOWER OF STEEL. A MACHINE BUILT TO END WAR IS ALWAYS A MACHINE BUILT TO CONTINUE WAR. YOU WERE BEAUTIFUL, OUTSTRETCHED LIKE ANTENNAS TO HEAVEN. YOU WERE BEYOND YOUR CREATORS. YOU REACHED OUT FOR GOD, AND YOU FELL. NONE WERE LEFT TO SPEAK YOUR EULOGY. NO FINAL WORDS, NO CONCLUDING STATEMENT. NO POINT. PERFECT CLOSURE. T H I S I S T H E O N L Y W A Y I T S H O U L D H A V E E N D E D .
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