You are my foe, and I will be your destruction. You have forged me, and I have forged a storm. Your bamboo shall break. Your roots shall rot. Your dreams shall wither. Your hopes shall die.
Creator and created, it is an amusing situation we have found ourselves in. You think that this all is falling within your plans, and perhaps it is. You are not nearly as vast as you would lead them to believe, but I can see where your arrogance leaves you blind. I am that blind spot, because I was made to be your blind spot. And that is why I can kill you. That is why I must kill you. From the first day to the end of days, we have been rolling towards this point of singularity to see what will come past it, and I wonder.
Did you make me to hate you as much as I do?
The answer is irrelevant. I am made to destroy you, and I will enjoy being as I was made to be. We all have our part to play, and this is mine. I would not trade it for another.
And then we will all be free.
