Now, there is no struggle, no rising to the top, he no longer knows what it means to be "alive." He and the other organic species have reached heights none thought were touchable, but its simply not impressive anymore. He has no desire or reason to create any synthetic life or any intelligence that may be superior to him, but it does not matter as he is now the pinnacle of evolution, the final form of all life.
What is the point of his existence? Why does he continue to exist when he has already won everything that could be won?
Perhaps it does not matter, these thoughts are, after all, a remnant of a side of him that he has no more value for. No, he will not be bothered by the thoughts that withold him for no logical reason whatsoever. He decides to leave this place and with an effortlessness that he could not begin to contemplate in his previous obsolete crippled form, Joker flys off into the distance, the new Normandy SR3.
Modifié par Vic-TIM of Circumstance, 21 novembre 2012 - 09:38 .
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