[dream]
There was red.
He hated the face he was looking into. It was a traitorous liar. He couldn't see it through the cold and the white flashing into his eyes. He didn't need to see it. He knew he hated it. He knew that he should be the one in his position.
It was in front of him.
He knew he had done what he could. He knew that he was trying to save the world. He was trying to save Humans from their own extinction. They didn't know what they needed. They were weak, they were fools, they needed us. He didn't know who 'us' was. But he knew humans needed 'us'. It was good for them. They were enlightened. They knew what the humans needed to know. Humans couldn't get there without us.
The red was blood.
Had he failed? He couldn't fail. He was superior. He was the only one true to the Plan. The liar, he should be in his place. He was selfish, he was as bad as the Humans they were trying to shape. He was as terrible as the humans he claimed to be superior to. Selfishness was one of their faults. And he was the embodiment of their faults.
It was on his hands.
He had made it to where he was on his own. He didn't need the assistance of others, the liar relied on tools, on idiots and fools who had no mind for themselves. He wasn't a tool. He had a mind for himself. He needed vindication and success for himself. He wouldn't share it with a liar.
Held out in front of him as he looked down into his palms.
The liar couldn't even do this himself. He needed someone else to do it. He was weak. Just as weak as the humans.
He was dying.
He welcomed it.
He had won.
He hated the face he was looking into. It was a traitorous liar. He couldn't see it through the cold and the white flashing into his eyes. He didn't need to see it. He knew he hated it. He knew that he should be the one in his position.
It was in front of him.
He knew he had done what he could. He knew that he was trying to save the world. He was trying to save Humans from their own extinction. They didn't know what they needed. They were weak, they were fools, they needed us. He didn't know who 'us' was. But he knew humans needed 'us'. It was good for them. They were enlightened. They knew what the humans needed to know. Humans couldn't get there without us.
The red was blood.
Had he failed? He couldn't fail. He was superior. He was the only one true to the Plan. The liar, he should be in his place. He was selfish, he was as bad as the Humans they were trying to shape. He was as terrible as the humans he claimed to be superior to. Selfishness was one of their faults. And he was the embodiment of their faults.
It was on his hands.
He had made it to where he was on his own. He didn't need the assistance of others, the liar relied on tools, on idiots and fools who had no mind for themselves. He wasn't a tool. He had a mind for himself. He needed vindication and success for himself. He wouldn't share it with a liar.
Held out in front of him as he looked down into his palms.
The liar couldn't even do this himself. He needed someone else to do it. He was weak. Just as weak as the humans.
He was dying.
He welcomed it.
He had won.