Unheroic Times - Epilogue

Epilogue – All That Remains…

“…is a fate whose outcome alone is fatal. Outside of that single fatality of death, everything, joy or happiness, is liberty. A world remains of which man is the sole master.”

Archimedi finished reading the quote to her mentor and froze in shock.

“Sensei, are you… crying?”

Dr Steele smiled sadly. “Am I not allowed to have an emotional response now either?”

“I was… not expecting it.”

“Well, you’d best start expecting anything now, after that little altercation with your sister.”

“I’ve accepted my destiny. All I have left is to express my own freedom, and preserve that of others.”

“Good girl. You did learn something from me after all. Did you read her letter?”

Subject:

Creative Report 1 AKA ‘A Nice One’

Recipient:

Archimedi Haynes

Sender:

Boo Haynes-Green

Description:

This ball of rock is really nice. It has many types of rocks, and I added some water and air and stuff, and little blue people from a dying planet that are now rightfully obsessed with me. They seem to think that I’m their god, which I guess I am, and they keep building statues of me.

Benefits:

I am now a tyrannical god-empress, mwahaha, and if you oppose it, sis, you are restricting their religious freedom to worship me, so there.

Also there are Digimon here. Your dumb world doesn’t have real Digimon, does it?

Drawbacks:

Tits too big, keep knocking over mountains. But seriously, none of these statues have the right proportions. Their tits are tiny! I keep having to demolish them and strike fear into their hearts and souls. Put some effort into it, worshippers, lest you invoke the wrath of Boo!

Review:

Amazing. 10 out of 10, according to all lifeforms on the planet, including Patamon who is the president, because I said so. Perfect for annoyingly mean older sisters to visit.

Insincerely,

The sister who you owe a cool toy,

Boo

P.S.

Hi, Worst Sister. I made a ‘nice’ planet. Things live on it. They named it Archimedi Sucks all on their own, no idea why.

Anyway, I’ve sent you the coordinates. Now you can visit.

Bring a cool toy.

“I did. I’m going to visit her planet. She might be a lost cause, but I can hope.”

“She might destroy more worlds.”

“She might. Or she might make some. She has free will too. It goes hand-in-hand with delusions, it seems.”

Acceptance was bitter-sweet. Archimedi knew the likely path of her own future now. She would fight her mother, she would probably lose, and she would die for it.

But that was her choice. She had made it now and she would continue to make it for as long as she still lived, until the final line of fate drew taut and was severed.

Everything until then was freedom.

And she would fight for that.