T1B

There is no future. There is no past. Do you see? Time is simultaneous, an intricately structured jewel that humans insist on viewing one edge at a time, when the whole design is visible in every facet. Don't you see the futility of asking me to save a world that I no longer have any stake in? My world here means more to me that your f8cked up delusion of one. Beside this, human life is brief and mundane. Our forces are no longer penetrable, the Alliance now at full strength, operating on all cylinders. How does this end? It ends with you in tears. I return to where I began and there are streets full of corpses. The details are vague. People are wailing and weeping at no more shythead message boards at which to post. There's some sort of static obscuring the future. The electromagnetic pulse of a mass warhead detonation might conceivably cause that. We near the Valles Marineris. Does the human heart know chasms so abysmal? You will. Oh, you will.