This just a drabble about the Chancellor told in his point of view. Nothing special. *shrug* Well, here you go.
It was his fault. He betrayed me. He agreed to help me, and he turned his back on me.
I had him believe I was in agreement with bringing about Machines of Peace. Machines of Peace. That's he thought. But that wasn't why I hired him. They were intended to be war machines. Machines that would wipe out the entire human race. They would wipe out every human and I would be the only one left. The only human in existence. Left to walk among our ruined civilization.
Humans are destructive. Every minute there's one domino knocked down to plunge humanity into oblivion. I wasn't trying to destroy the world. I was trying to save it. But that of course went wrong. As I watched the machines wipe out humanity, ready for the right moment, it happened. A bomb went off. A Steel Behemoth shot a bomb at my base. Then came the poisonous gas. Seconds passed and I was losing air fast. As I laid on the floor, my senses weakened, I had but one regret: failing to kill that traitorous Scientist.
He disappeared after he build the B.R.A.I.N.. My spies couldn't find him. It's like he vanished into thin air. I wanted to get back at him. He wanted peace, well, he got it. He disappeared and I'm slowly dying in this hellish nightmare. Wherever he is he's lucky I didn't find him.
Everything goes dark. I can no longer see or hear. I'm dead. My plan to wipe humanity has worked, but I'm dead. I was going to hide in a shelter with a few of my trusted followers, and we would recreated the world in our own image. But as I lay stagnant in the darkness, I begin to ponder. Because of our creations, we were on the path of destruction. Humans created many marvelous inventions, but also very dangerous creations. Humanity created destruction. It's been around since the beginning of time. We are our own danger. We are our own destruction. We are our own death. We created this war and we ended it. The world belongs to the machines now. It is theirs to deal with. We have poisoned this world far too long. Let's see what the machines will do to our world. They'll probably be worse than humans.
There's always going to be destruction. After so many cycles of life, it always happens. Waiting to strike. Humans are the bane of this world. It's best that we disappear. The Earth in a thousand years will probably get better. Whatever happens by then, will be a wonder. Life. Death. Rebirth. It all repeats itself. The machines have a mind to destroy this world. They are aren't like us. We had much to learn from them. For they do not have what we have. All they know is to destroy everything in their path.
I am still in the darkness, wishing I could see it all happen. I am surprisingly all right with this. In fact, I don't even regret what I did. I never have and I never will. This is my doing alone, and no one else's. The Scientist was weak; he couldn't see what I saw. He never believed. His way of bringing peace was childish. He didn't see the truth. The only way to bring about peace was to bring destruction along with it. Sometimes it takes the destructions of another ruin to create a new revolution. It's always been like this.
How it always will be.
Yeah, sorry that it's short. I didn't have the energy to make it invigorating. *deep glare* What are you gonna do?
This is also my entry for the upcoming 9 anniversary. Well, technically kind of. *shrug* *deep breath in* *breathe out* Heh yeah.