A tribute to Luther, who in his own eyes believed he was the one that could help the world. My own personal idea of his history summed up in some amount of pages. If the reviews are good enough perhaps I'll elaborate more on my crazy imagination. (Altered Ending)
Final Moments of a Misunderstood God
Destiny is cruel in its dealings. With these hands I carved the world from raw data, with these hands I put my soul into everything. Now…am I destined to be overthrown, discarded by the wings of revolution? No, even in my final moments will I let my self look ashamed. The liberators, a bunch of miss-fits and my own sister. I could still remember back to are younger days…
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"Luther, wait up!" Asked a younger Blair
"Blaire you got to keep up. Come on, how many times do we get to see the Gemity?" asked the young Luther giggling in excitement.
"Every day you idiot, so slow down and wait for me." Yelled the irritated Blair.
"Time waits for no one sis!" Yelled the childish Luther.
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Those days are gone, as I stared at them all, still brandishing The Lance of Longinus and resumed my onslaught to protect this world I poured my heart into. With every swing I will pour my soul in it. Yet, was the will of my creation stronger. With every clash are spirits clashed. Again all the blows were equal, was it numbers that drew me of all people away? All I could think about is the irony, or is it just considered a coincidence. I never did like language studies.
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"Luther, if you want to get the job you want you have to do better with these classes." Said the sixteen year Blair seeing the C Luther obtained in Language class.
"Blaire, my sister, you worry to much, grades mean nothing compared to spirit!" Exclaimed the 15 year old Luther.
"Too much spirit and you will suffer from over-abundance."
"Too little and you will suffer from under-abundance."
"Luther what is it do you think you can do with your life."
"Absolutely anything I want to." Luther said passionately.
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More days never to be returned. However I can't let memories distract me from the onslaught I was taking by the blue haired boy and his friends.
"I wont let you harm are universe!" The blue haired one stated.
Are…where am I in are, I created it and am not even thanked. All the people that play it and live out their dreams. What did I get... is it going to be given death. Is this a sick joke? They all attacked in one coordinated swoop. I won't go down that easy. With this weapon I shall drive away my enemy. "Now with these fingers let my will be known, Flaming Divide!" I won't lose…I can't lose. I have gained too much to die now. Not like a dog. Dogs…
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"Mom can we keep it?" Asked a 4 year old Luther, holding a puppy. His mom thought it over, thinking about all the hassles of a dog.
"Lucy I think that a dog is too much now." Said the mother using an affectionate nick name all moms use.
"But you let sis get a Fish." Rebutted Luther in futile attempt.
"A fish is less responsibility then a dog."
"Please please please please please, I'll let you call me Lucy in public and I'll pick up after it and I'll take out the garbage and pick up my room and and and…" He couldn't think up much more then that.
"Fine, but you better hold up your part of the bargain Lucy."
"Thank you thank you thank you. I'll name the dog Cerber!"
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Life isn't as simple as saying the same thing over and over again. I can't lose now though. What would it mean to die now? Nothing, I would be the bad guy? Am I bad? The Eternal Sphere is at its full capacity dealing with the abundant AI. I have to do something to protect this universe, even if I will be cast into hell; I want to protect this universe. The too many perspectives will overload it. I have to recreate it now before it crashes. I will do it with these hands. With these hands I created it all.
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"With these hands I will be as God and make life." Said an overdramatic Luther in his late twenties.
"Enjoying your ego trip." Asked the equally old Blair sarcastically.
"I love it. The whole idea of a simulated universe is mind boggling. Imagine see what it will be like once the game has a nice fan-base."
"I'm more interested in the AI."
"I have gone over the specs and to have so many AI would overload the system. At this point we can't support it, however if this will go as I programmed AI development will be inevitable. And when that come to the point of capacity we may have to do a complete reboot and restoring all the data itself is ulcer-fying."
"I hope that day won't happen."
"Neither do I."
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It seems that fate has dealt me a cruel hand. I'm tired…I need to sleep…I need a nice long sleep. I am hurt and damaged. Now…With the last of my will, I will give this universe rebirth…I look at my assailants. Blair…are you sad? I look at them all. "Time waits for no one." I close my eyes. Will I be ascending to heaven when I open them, or discarded to hell?
Well that's Luther for ya, at least in my eyes. I hope you all liked it, and if I get nice reviews maybe I will make more chapters for Luther. Laters!
