["everything... everything else they found-- so many worlds, already gone. empty. destroyed at the hands of their own populations. is there no true happiness? everything they tried to fix, they only made worse.
they thought they did their best. it wasn't enough. it wasn't enough...
what meaning is there in all of this?"
the odd presence they feel begins to resolve itself. the negativity, the pressure-- they aren't helped by the new arrivals, a swarm of what appear to be more mood squirrels, all emanating a dark aura.
it is all right, they say. we will make it right. we will give the universe a gift-- the gift of oblivion from this despair. no more destruction, no more suffering. not ever again.
do your companions not wish to be freed from this torment? will you not come with us?]
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they thought they did their best. it wasn't enough. it wasn't enough...
what meaning is there in all of this?"
the odd presence they feel begins to resolve itself. the negativity, the pressure-- they aren't helped by the new arrivals, a swarm of what appear to be more mood squirrels, all emanating a dark aura.
it is all right, they say. we will make it right. we will give the universe a gift-- the gift of oblivion from this despair. no more destruction, no more suffering. not ever again.
do your companions not wish to be freed from this torment? will you not come with us?]