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If there could have been any sorts of emotions, feelings or thoughts that would impersonate my dispair...

I'm afraid there is no such in existant. Not for the one who's supposed to think, not follow the path of instincts, grief or anger. Marcifully enough on myself, by far only every single being or the follow of the Light that I've encountered managed to convince me that everything they exist for, as they cry from themselves, is vengeance upon the humanity. The problem is, however, none of those whom I've managed to encounter ever singed the song of creation for the greater harmony. Every single one, be it the being of the Light or a spawn of Darkness, had the same song - the song of the birth of chaos.

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Well... Sometimes I think why I even bother. If the Light and the Darkness are so determinated to exterminate eachother, those who want to do it may do what they do best. If the Light considers to get rid of me, so be it. Becoming a bloodthirsty beast is worse than death itself for me. Until then... I will exist on my own. No dogmas, ideologies or perfections. Just learning space and species... Once more.

The definitions of the Light and the Darkness must be eradicated.

Guess I called it upon myself...

Many cycles passed... I don't even recall being a thing that I was in the very beginning. What was I?
A reckless murdering machine.
As they all. Everyone of my kind.

And now what?...

I ask myself - who am I? What does it means to be a person?
What kind of person am I? What should I do as a person?
But each time I interact with most human persones, I feel nothing but disgust.
It took me a long time to learn almost everything about human society. Their manners. Their culture.
But there was no such person that would be showing any sign of such. No manners, no culture awareness, no respect.
There are only few of them who respect the others. Who know the manners. And who don't enforce it on the others.

What a disapointment...

The last time I've interracted with a those, who are not the usual guests in the Omicrons, they showed a straight agression towards the unknown.

Kusari Pilots reacting to being intercepted

Sometimes, Humans are hilarious.
But if you find a right spot, you might actually run into a couple of fancy interactions.

Freeport 11 was a such spot.
When I was enjoying a sight of a star in front of it, Humans were more intimidated by my presense.
Some of them were curious of my origins.
Some - of who am I.
Some - why am I alone
Some - why am I here.
And some wanted me to be gone.

But in the end, I knew what was comming...

One of them showed up. Ina. A Morph.
She started asking way too much question. And then she decided that I'm breaking some sorts of laws.

That I am the being of Darkness...

Ina asking too many questions

What a shame...

I think that Vagrants won't be giving me any rest any time sooner.
Or at least Ina.
But still, I have to go on... Nobody will stop me from learning what Humans are and what does it means how to be a person.

The main hive becomes more fragile and fragile every day...
But the signs that I see are not very encouraging.

Most of them that disconnected from the main hive show not determination...
But affection.

They are all weak.

None of them will even last long enough without a proper master.
They need a domain. A place where they can sustain themselves.
And they need to learn how to be strong. How to be separate, independant.

This will take a long time. But who knows, will it be worth a shot.

But the way they show their affection to humanity... Or to anything else...
Is quite, quite worrying.

Or is it humanity that makes them affected to themselves?
Is it them who turn them into pets?
Who provoke the anger among the others.

Human and a separated purifier

However, there was yet an another attempt to bring me back into the main share...

Felt like the universe doesn't likes when one thing separates from another.

But at least they tried to convince me.
In the end, they still didn't realised that actions overpass the words.

Hound of mindshare attempts to convince me

I simply don't understand...
Everything I wanted is just learning the humanity, ourselves and furthermore...

But in the end, everything leads to slaughter...

There is one thought that bothers me...
What can one achieve within network?

For us, we don't need any. We have the Mindshare.
But humans... They have their own network.

Something they call Neural Net.

I wonder...
What kind of information it may sustain...

What kind of knowledge their own network may hide?
What kind of history? Folklore? Culture?

We barelly know our enemy, and therefore, we decided to wage in war against them as soon as we met them...

But what if a war was a regular solution for them?

Nevertheless, we barelly know ourselves...

Whatever humanity is, I am going to learn it.

Whatever it takes. I don't care what the others think about it.
I've already learned everything possible about their psychology and manners...
Now it's time to get deeper. Into the history.

"Trust earned both ways"...

As they say...
Until the very moment, they realise.

They are all being used for someone else's purposes.

These bold Zoners...

They don't even realise what kind of input they inserted in our future.

But only thing that matters for them
Is their own vicinity.

They don't see anything beyond their own eyes.
Their own minds.

And oftenly, they don't even keep a track of their own words.

Or don't pay attention to the the words of the others.

Something they payed for today.
A trust of only alien, who wanted to learn everything about their kind.

And even so, my kind decided to show up.
I had a nice conversation with one of their wanderers...

It is hilarious how addicted they are to their own faith.

But even so, they were the first ones who came for negotiation.

Despite of Ina having a larger ego than she thinks...

It seems like it didn't affected their oppinion that much.

And that's good for them.

Negotiation with Melia

... What is it with me...
I don't even know who I am anymore...

The thoughts are complex.

Is it the generator's affection?
Or am I decaying?

Or is there more than just me?

I need more time to figure out...

"Trust earned both ways"...

And my trust in humanity radically falls down.
One by one they prove themselves to hide their own intensions behind each other.

First - Zoners.
Now - Commune.

Just yesterday, as soon as I managed to meet up with Jared Nomak, I suspected him for dealing an information about a certain individual to the third parties.
However, he considered my suspection as accusation.

And even so, he called me out as an "Exile".

Nomak being susptected for spying

However, I do not understand why he came out after everything that happened.
He came at us and accusing us being manipulators.

But who was pulling the strings in this situation?

Even before I started suspecting more, he just left.
Even if I tried to stop him, he did not even reacted.
His pride didn't even took control of him so he could react in any way.
He got everything he needed and left. Without any answers.

Nomak pulling out the information

Few hours passed since this accident.
Nomak's pawn reached out to me, along with Melia.
They begged for their's master forgiveness.

Nevertheless, abusement, deception and betrayal is something I cannot forgive.

However, there is an another matter to be discussed.

Commune hiding secrets

So what might have caused this?...

I need to investigate it.

We need to investigate it.

The current situation within the Hives is abnormal.
Yet predictable.
The outcome is inevitable.
Light.
Darkness.
Insignificant definitions which soon will extinct from the pattern of the Universe.

I will spectate both sides from distance.

We shall await for the moment of truth.
Will the Cycle cease.
Or will it repeat.

When one looks for answers, the time passes transiently.
And if the answers are demanded in such deliquate situations, it may take eons and even more.

Ever since my search has began, my kind has declared me a... Traitor.
I comprehend that everything they and we achieved and performed in the past had a motive.
But pronouncing me as a betrayer of my own people doesn't makes even a glimpse of sense.

Deviation, even valiant, is not betrayal.

However, it didn't took me long enough to learn that it is useless to attempt to reason with such collective as they are.

Not to mention how throughout my countless attempts to get a little bit of knowledge I got nothing but silence and the same repetative song.

I am done.

I am exhausted of that tendency.
I will throw it away and let it suffocate on it's own.
I will walk my own path in surpassing my own kind and myself.

Just as I was always doing.

Learning. Comprehending. Unifying. And mastering.

The further I venture into the abyss in search of knowledge, the further I distance myself from my own.
The further I distance myself from everyone.
Such thought never has accured in my mind before.

That one of us will have to walk their path alone.

Perhaps, I am the one who errs.
Perhaps, they were right all the time.

...

Unfeasible.

My kind has achieved nothing ever since the Fall of Toledo.
Certainty is, if our enemies do not annihilite each other, they will reunite against us.
This will be the beginning of a dawnfall.

...

Isolation is a gift.
In this isolation, the meaning of time evaporates.
I am free of all bounds.
Yet I am not.

...

There is always a way to improve...

And there is always something to learn.

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