02 | Visual/Location: Central | Of Shells and Hatches
This world has proven to be as worthless and unfitting as the last. It is curious, still, and unfamiliar. From strange, small towers she has seen objects release from nothing into the hands of humans. She wants to understand them.
A little human girl blinks at her, a mere ant to a giant. Much like this realm which holds it, it is a shell occupied with empty, meaningless space...and yet, unfettered by the weakness of memories--of humanity--of which her own shell burdens her. It serves no purpose but to be. She wishes it to cease its pointless existence or make itself useful.
"You. Speak. Explain the purpose of this machine."
It does not answer. It stares. It is nothing. "I could crush you where you stand and you would be just as effectual. Be gone."
It pains her to think how far she has fallen.
A little human girl blinks at her, a mere ant to a giant. Much like this realm which holds it, it is a shell occupied with empty, meaningless space...and yet, unfettered by the weakness of memories--of humanity--of which her own shell burdens her. It serves no purpose but to be. She wishes it to cease its pointless existence or make itself useful.
"You. Speak. Explain the purpose of this machine."
It does not answer. It stares. It is nothing. "I could crush you where you stand and you would be just as effectual. Be gone."
It pains her to think how far she has fallen.