Ω - 001- Dated to after the Doctor's Departure
[A determined face, not unlike the Doctor's at all, looks out at you, getting angrier as time goes on.] I, Omega, am a fanciful man. [Well, that is not at all like the Doctor's voice.(About a minute in.)]
One does not help to re-engineer an entire society without an active imagination open to new possibilities and a dream for a better future. But never, in all my studies of the cosmos, would I have been fanciful enough to believe that the universe itself might have a sense of humour.
Anthropomorphising how the universe operates is something I dismissed as not so great a step away from assuming a God or Gods might have created it and uses it now to provide their entertainment. A primitive reaction to find meaning in an existence where one is required to make meaningful in their own selves rather than depending on some outside all powerful source to do it for them.
Nothing that happened. Of natural or accidental causes, happened to spite you or anyone else was my firm belief, I had no desire to give the universe such unworthy motives. Nor would I suggest that some omnipotent entity chose to look out for me, I did not, and do not, require such... nannying.
If you are a member of such a group that believe in such things then I apologise. If there was any event to challenge my world view, it was to end up here, in this wretched ship.
I was leaving. Returning to the universe that held me while my people did not even consider the possibility I might have survived. Where I could create what solid beings that could survive, where I could be a god of an empty universe and harm no one.
My price for this? Company. It was all I asked. All I ever asked and I had someone willing, happy, to come with me. But even that I was denied!
I may not still believe that the universe has a sense of humour, but this is seriously questioning my faith on the matter! [He smacks the feed off.]
One does not help to re-engineer an entire society without an active imagination open to new possibilities and a dream for a better future. But never, in all my studies of the cosmos, would I have been fanciful enough to believe that the universe itself might have a sense of humour.
Anthropomorphising how the universe operates is something I dismissed as not so great a step away from assuming a God or Gods might have created it and uses it now to provide their entertainment. A primitive reaction to find meaning in an existence where one is required to make meaningful in their own selves rather than depending on some outside all powerful source to do it for them.
Nothing that happened. Of natural or accidental causes, happened to spite you or anyone else was my firm belief, I had no desire to give the universe such unworthy motives. Nor would I suggest that some omnipotent entity chose to look out for me, I did not, and do not, require such... nannying.
If you are a member of such a group that believe in such things then I apologise. If there was any event to challenge my world view, it was to end up here, in this wretched ship.
I was leaving. Returning to the universe that held me while my people did not even consider the possibility I might have survived. Where I could create what solid beings that could survive, where I could be a god of an empty universe and harm no one.
My price for this? Company. It was all I asked. All I ever asked and I had someone willing, happy, to come with me. But even that I was denied!
I may not still believe that the universe has a sense of humour, but this is seriously questioning my faith on the matter! [He smacks the feed off.]