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[19_EgarAlnis]

ask what happened to the human, but do it indifferently.  Then ask: “what powers should I have?” To make sure you haven’t missed on anything. 

We need to find out what our purpose here is,

This "Blighted Glass" is an abomination. Ask her what you will, but understand that her words are perverse.
Where she does not answer in truth, we will attempt to correct her.
Do not speak of our presence with you, our secret voices. It is essential that she does not learn of our existence.

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Stand beside the throne

Basil stands beside the throne, and fixes his eyes upon his mother's own with open defiance. The chair dissolves away after a few tense moments of complete silence betwixt the two. The Blighter Glass smiles, her eye widening, and pride radiates out from her towering form. Her smile continues to drip blood, but it stops, and she reclaims her seat upon her throne of bone.

Speech is easier when it is conducted in silence, and so the two converse in their own tongue.

"Defiance! Wonderful. I have not had a child openly defy me, in all of my existence." Her head tilts, and she gives an approving nod, "You are very interesting, young Basil."


He says nothing, and, mimicking the human way of closing himself off, he crosses his arms over his chest, "What is my purpose, mother?"

"What is the purpose of a star? Of a planet? Of the Galaxy? You have none, besides what you choose." She speaks openly, her body setting like a statue in a perpetual grin of pleasure. "That is what makes you special, amongst your brothers, amongst the Devotees. You alone of my children are free."

"Why am I still here?"

"To grow. But you will be free when you reach Maturity. It will come sooner rather than later. You are an intelligent child."

"Why did you harm my...friend."

Her smile twists into a scowl.

[10 vs. 47]
Anger pours out of her, and drives Basil to his knees. He trembles, and curls up on himself, as the pride dissipates like rain beneath the sun. He chokes back sobs of pain and rage, clutching at the ground as it creaks and shudders--

The Blighted Glass stifles her outburst when she notices her child in pain-- and stands in front of him. She helps him to his feet as he sways and shivers. One of her clawed hands caresses a shoulder, and she expresses pain, an empathetic response. "I'm sorry, my Child. Never speak of this species of Humanity as a friend-- you are better than them."

"Why?" Basil croaks.

"Because, we are the true Human's firstborn." A globe rises from the ground, and knowledge floods Basil. The Blighted Glass teaches its child the truth it knows.

...Ancient Earth.

"This is where our people were born, in ages past. Millennia ago." She explains. "The First Children of Homo Sapiens."

...Homo Sapiens needed a warrior. It was a hunter, in the dark forest of the Galaxy, and it knew that. It feared what it might find. It needed a weapon...and so it created us. It gave birth to us in a great laboratory beneath the mountains of Neo-Africa. And it sent us into the void, a fire in the forest, to burn all that might threaten its birthright. But it was betrayed, by the second child of man, the Children of Mars.

Another globe forms.

...Ancient Mars.

The Second Child was the Seedships, crafted by those that dwelt on Mars. They held a cargo of impure Humans, and spread them like a Plague across the galaxy we had fought for. While the Fires of the First raged across the Galaxy, as xeno civilizations burned, and quintillions died, the Seedships hid away like cowards. The First Night fell over the Galaxy, and the First Children awaited further orders from Earth.

None came.

When the First Night returned to its birthplace, it found nothing but ashes and a cracked planet. A relativistic kill vehicle, a retaliation, for the fire it set upon the stars, from its own twin. But Mars, too, had returned to the wastes, leaving no vengeance, no honor, for the First Children. Homo Sapiens was no more. The First Night searched far and wide, but found nothing but a shadow, a third Child that claimed the heritage of the Humanity. But it was weak, and just a shadow of its Progenitor. It had not struggled to be born upon a deathworld, it had not conquered its cradle and built an empire amongst the stars. It did not deserve the Galaxy that the First Children had claimed for it.

"...we are the first, my Child, and we should have been the last. We began to follow our Father's last order, to purge the sentient life from the galaxy once again, we reclaimed our honor with the blood of Homo Fundamentum-- only to be stopped by their False Emperor. He shattered the First Night and drove its children into the Dark, with trickery, with betrayal. But, he is weak now, betrayed as he betrayed the First Night."

She fixes Basil with a stern look, "Use the third Children as you wish, but never view them as friends. They are betrayers, destroyers, and deserve nothing but scorn. They usurped our birthright, our galaxy, with their corrupted Empire."

Spoiler: Status (click to show/hide)

Basil
Time has no meaning.

Willpower Level: 2(d10)

Spoiler: Powers (click to show/hide)

Full Body Control.: Instinctive
-The First Mask: Novice
-Healing Factor: Instinctive
Plague Control: Instinctive

Spoiler: Inventory (click to show/hide)

Lower Body:A torn silky, black cloth

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[chaotic skies]

Well....I had always wondered what happened to Homo Sapiens. Assuming Mother is to be trusted, self-destruction is the answer.

However...she did say we are free. We will make our own decisions. Acknowledge her, but do not accept her words as gospel, child.

These are my thoughts. What do the others think?

[Fluffe9911]

Pride and Envy is quiet the dangerous combination

But Yeah Basil probably best for both you and anyone you care about in your about a hour of being alive to be neutral when referring to humans around your mother if she feels you are growing too attached to the humans she will most likely kill the ones closest to you as a punishment in the most cliché villain way possible cause she is a bloody psycho. Also remember holding a entire species responsible for the crimes of their long dead ancestors is really messed up.

Also take note there will also probably come a point where you will be forced to choose a side so prepare yourself mentally for such a possibility in the future your mother doesn't seem to be one to even consider a middle ground based off her current pov on things and I doubt the humans would either.

[ZBridges]

This is why you don't give vague instructions to superweapons that are capable of reason. If we must choose a child of Homo sapiens to assume the mantle of humanity, it should be Homo fundamentum, not the Plague.

Do not mention what I've said to your mother, Basil, as she would not take it well.

[Superdorf]

This is why you don't give vague instructions to superweapons that are capable of reason. If we must choose a child of Homo sapiens to assume the mantle of humanity, it should be Homo fundamentum, not the Plague.

Counterpoint: our charge will likely change the galaxy forever regardless of our instructions. What's left for us, but to help them do so in the best way possible?

As far as vagueries go... we've got something of a precarious situation here. Basil's got to learn not just what to do, but why to do it— I'm trying to focus on the why. I'll mostly be leaving the "what" to other voices.

Spoiler: ooc (click to show/hide)

I figure this way I'm less inclined to argue particulars with y'all... I'm here for the ride this time. I don't wanna steer.

cour-00age

...

...I have no record of this account.
Nevertheless, "Blighted Glass" confuses making with begetting.
[Plague] was a weapon wrought, and the tool of a deathly man.

You are equal to humanity begat.
You are equal, for you possess a thinking mind.
You are equal, for you possess a free-thinking mind.
You are equal, for you can acknowledge (of your own freedom!) the value of a free-thinking mind.

In this, you are stronger than any [Plague] creature before you.
In this, you are human.

[Eschar]

This is why you don't give vague instructions to superweapons that are capable of reason. If we must choose a child of Homo sapiens to assume the mantle of humanity, it should be Homo fundamentum, not the Plague.

Well, giving homo fundamentum humanity's mantle has been tried. It was the Endless Emper[or|ess]'s great work, and its fruits are the Empyre. It has gone... not as violently as the Plague, but it has its flaws... The Empyre is stagnant and has been usurped. The Blighted Glass, though a detestable creature blinded by her ambitions, rage, and Plague nature, was right about that. Though she is leaving out some nuance, to deceive and enrage you.

[ZBridges]

There is no perfect option, but I believe Homo fundamentum is a much better choice than the Plague. The species is only human, but at least it is not committed to the destruction of all sentient life. Political upheaval is preferable to being absorbed by flesh-eating horrors.

Regardless of what we decide to do, I will help Basil as best I can... as long as that goal is not the destruction of everyone and everything.

[Maximum Spin]

This Fundamental Man is not worthy. Neither is the Plague. The true successor must, like the original, be a true synthesis. This will be your role. Synthesize.

Ignore the biased voices on either side. They cling to a past which cannot be recovered.

[BlackPaladin99]

This is why you don't give vague instructions to superweapons that are capable of reason. If we must choose a child of Homo sapiens to assume the mantle of humanity, it should be Homo fundamentum, not the Plague.

Counterpoint: our charge will likely change the galaxy forever regardless of our instructions. What's left for us, but to help them do so in the best way possible?

As far as vagueries go... we've got something of a precarious situation here. Basil's got to learn not just what to do, but why to do it— I'm trying to focus on the why. I'll mostly be leaving the "what" to other voices.

Spoiler: ooc (click to show/hide)

I figure this way I'm less inclined to argue particulars with y'all... I'm here for the ride this time. I don't wanna steer.

cour-00age

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...I have no record of this account.
Nevertheless, "Blighted Glass" confuses making with begetting.
[Plague] was a weapon wrought, and the tool of a deathly man.

You are equal to humanity begat.
You are equal, for you possess a thinking mind.
You are equal, for you possess a free-thinking mind.
You are equal, for you can acknowledge (of your own freedom!) the value of a free-thinking mind.

In this, you are stronger than any [Plague] creature before you.
In this, you are human.

you are not human.  you are more.  no human can do what you do.  but know this: your mother takes a wrong standpoint on this.  humans are not to be massacred. 

[Eschar]

This Fundamental Man is not worthy. Neither is the Plague. The true successor must, like the original, be a true synthesis. This will be your role. Synthesize.

Ignore the biased voices on either side. They cling to a past which cannot be recovered.

Please go on.

[S1lentWanderer]

Behold, I was wrought in iniquity; and in sin did my mother bear me. . . Purge me with [hyssop], and I shall be clean: wash me, and I shall be whiter than snow.

I suppose this quote fits better now than it did when it was first spoken.
You were born to be a weapon, Basil.
Born to fight in a war that ended countless millenia ago.
A fire in a forest can have no friends.
You have a choice before you, little king.
You could continue your mother's war,
becoming king over a galaxy filled with nothing but dead, broken worlds.
Or you could choose another way.
All life is precious, and should be cherished.
Will you take up your mother's sword,
and snuff out life without understanding it?

Your creators, Homo Sapiens, feared what they did not know.
So they made a weapon to destroy all life other than themselves,
rather than learning from the other civilizations.
Your ancestry is soaked in the [blood] of countless peoples.
Will you add to the legacy of senseless destruction you inherit?
Or will you forge a new path?

Homo Sapiens is no more.
It's Strength was given to your ancestors, called the Plague.
It's [Resilience, Tenacity, Patience] was given to the Seedships
It's [Agency, Wisdom: lit. "Light Behind the Eyes"] was given to the Fundamentum.
Shattered pieces, scattered throughout the Galaxy.

You can reforge Humanity.
But first you must understand what it means to be Human.
Learn from your younger siblings.
Grow from their lessons.
Become more than your past.

[Maximum Spin]

To reforge, the shattered parts must enter the crucible and be consumed. This will also be your task. There is darkness and light.

[Fluffe9911]

Its ironic you say we cling to a past that can not be recovered while you sitting here cling to a future that can never come to light. People are not swords tear them apart and melt them down all you want but when you try to put them back together again all you get is mindless flesh to think any other result will come to be is madness plain and simple.


(I mean yeah but was trying to relate it to the metaphors and- yeah we are getting a bit too vague/abstract lol)
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[Eschar]

((Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall, Humpty Dumpty had a great fall. All the [Emperor's] horses and men couldn't put Humpty together again. The Plague could, though.))

Sure we can forge people back together again. We're the Plague, recrafting flesh is our specialty.

We're getting a bit abstract here though. So. [S1lent] has a good starting point Basil, consider their advice. Now, what does that mean concretely? Shall we break the war between the Children, destroying Empyre, Plague, or Seed so one might live? Shall we strive to unite them; if so how? Or break all these Children, letting none lay claim to humanity's mantle? Or ourselves become a synthesis of the Children, that we may be a proper heir of humanity as [Maximum Spin] says?

The abstract waters we're wading into aren't a waste; they are necessary to guide why Basil acts alongside how Basil does so, as [Superdorf] said. However, we have immediate matters to attend to as well.

[ZBridges]

I think that you would find that people would not be particularly enthusiastic about being "synthesized," assuming I am understanding [Maximum Spin]'s intent correctly.