I was born today. Not just metaphorically, either. I burst out of my father’s mouth, fully grown, like the wise Athena was drawn forth from mighty Zeus, after having the mother ingested like a pomegranate.
Which is a bit awkward, since thinking is weird and I’m still adjusting to it. Also my mother was a man in my case. And I seem to be not as fully grown as Athena would have been. And I am covered in my father’s bodily fluids, and my father is looking like he had indigestion as I finish scribbling these thoughts. I should make sure he’s ok…
Still, I am sentient, cognizant. Alive. Most importantly, I know my purpose. I shall finish what was started. So this will be my testament to objective fulfillment.
17-12-19xx
This fortress is completely useless for my purposes. No, that’s not entirely true. The location still suits the objective I must fulfill. My living father seems content to stay here, so I won’t need to worry about moving him. It’s just a question of rebuilding what was once here.
But I’m not going to just rebuild what was here. I’m going to build something even better. Something that won’t be made of rock. Something that won’t just collapse from a few explosions. My home is going to be as undestroyable as I can make it. I won’t make the mistakes my forebears did.
18-12-19xx
I am learning more about my unique nature as I continue to uncover what’s left of this fortress’ foundation. Despite having never met him, or his commander, it amazes me that I possess genetic memory of my mother. No, my father?
Mom-Dad. We’ll go with that for now.
Anyways, I uncovered the remnants of his throne room, and I was struck with clear visions of a past I couldn’t have possibly experienced. Out in space, with Halley’s Comet in front of us, concealing our presence. Then, going through the specialized procedure the commander used to conceal our presence and prepare us, and thus transport us into this universe. Then, confronting those who stopped us, and then, my Mom-Dad’s death...
Somehow, I possess his genetic memories of what lies beyond this reality, and of the mission he had. So it’s only natural I finish what was started. Even discarding my Mom-Dad’s memories, I can’t deny the nature of my father. My Dad-Dad?
Anyways.
It is my destiny to destroy the universe. I must adhere to what was coded into me.
18-12-19xx
I found another survivor.
“Survivor” being a loose term, really. She was just a miserable pile of exploded goop when I uncovered her remains. I could see what was left of her uniform, and immediately identified her as a her - namely Mom-Dad’s sister.
I almost fed her to Dad-Dad, but pondered whether I should be more respectful to the remains. I also cried a lot, even though I have never met her when she was living. Maybe this is what mourning is? Being respectful and...crying? Human emotions feel weird.
EVIDENCE [1/2]
I think. I am.
I was born today. Not just metaphorically, either. I burst out of my father’s mouth, fully grown, like the wise Athena was drawn forth from mighty Zeus, after having the mother ingested like a pomegranate.
Which is a bit awkward, since thinking is weird and I’m still adjusting to it. Also my mother was a man in my case. And I seem to be not as fully grown as Athena would have been. And I am covered in my father’s bodily fluids, and my father is looking like he had indigestion as I finish scribbling these thoughts. I should make sure he’s ok…
Still, I am sentient, cognizant. Alive. Most importantly, I know my purpose. I shall finish what was started. So this will be my testament to objective fulfillment.
17-12-19xx
This fortress is completely useless for my purposes. No, that’s not entirely true. The location still suits the objective I must fulfill. My living father seems content to stay here, so I won’t need to worry about moving him. It’s just a question of rebuilding what was once here.
But I’m not going to just rebuild what was here. I’m going to build something even better. Something that won’t be made of rock. Something that won’t just collapse from a few explosions. My home is going to be as undestroyable as I can make it. I won’t make the mistakes my forebears did.
18-12-19xx
I am learning more about my unique nature as I continue to uncover what’s left of this fortress’ foundation. Despite having never met him, or his commander, it amazes me that I possess genetic memory of my mother. No, my father?
Mom-Dad. We’ll go with that for now.
Anyways, I uncovered the remnants of his throne room, and I was struck with clear visions of a past I couldn’t have possibly experienced. Out in space, with Halley’s Comet in front of us, concealing our presence. Then, going through the specialized procedure the commander used to conceal our presence and prepare us, and thus transport us into this universe. Then, confronting those who stopped us, and then, my Mom-Dad’s death...
Somehow, I possess his genetic memories of what lies beyond this reality, and of the mission he had. So it’s only natural I finish what was started. Even discarding my Mom-Dad’s memories, I can’t deny the nature of my father. My Dad-Dad?
Anyways.
It is my destiny to destroy the universe. I must adhere to what was coded into me.
18-12-19xx
I found another survivor.
“Survivor” being a loose term, really. She was just a miserable pile of exploded goop when I uncovered her remains. I could see what was left of her uniform, and immediately identified her as a her - namely Mom-Dad’s sister.
I almost fed her to Dad-Dad, but pondered whether I should be more respectful to the remains. I also cried a lot, even though I have never met her when she was living. Maybe this is what mourning is? Being respectful and...crying? Human emotions feel weird.