NOTES: I would like to thank all of those who have responded to my previous works; because of your words of encouragement, I believe that I may be finding a niche--the thoughts of characters...how wonderful! No matter how brief, I relish every single response. Thank you.
- This is a monologue by Alex Rosewater. For maximum enjoyment, I reccomend that, as you read this, you hear Alex's voice reading the text.
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Memories--what do they mean to people? To some, they mean power; to others, redemption for the sins of the present; and still, to many, they mean absolutely nothing. To these people, who turn their backs on the past, the future is out of their control--they have no experiences based on which to make decisions for themselves, and as this populace increases during these desperate times, the people turn to a single person--any single person--who possesses these most valuable of memories. In this stead, my feet have been placed. I shall lead these people to the future.
There are numerous people in this desolate city who possess memories of the past, and I hold no doubts as to the power of their memories. However, in the present, every man is faced with decisions, and for me, that choice was whether or not to ascend unto the throne of man. With hesitation, I accepted the fact that my future held the position of Messiah to the people of Paradigm City, but when the choice was made, it was I who held control over these emotions; any fears were alleviated for as soon as I was shown my purpose, the future of this city would be mine.
Whether by purpose or accident, I was always aware that there would be those who opposed a man appointed by God--Stories of long ago tell of the oppression of His own son--and my present would be filled with suffering beyond any this city has seen. What toils would I go through, what fates must I challenge to serve my purpose for existence? Those who would oppose me will fall in the end, banished into this age of curse, while the most ignorant man would follow lead into the future. Is it not an ironic fact that those who toil the hardest to influence this future shall be wiped from its record forever?
Defeat. This word I deny, refuse to accept, know that it is not mine even though it never leaves my thoughts. I have seen a defeated man before--a man so obsessed with the least important of matters. I do not envy him. I would sooner shoulder the burden of a thousand worlds than deny that any exist, for an insanity for the weak and old is the power that the generation of the present utilise to create the state of tomorrow. Let the old, the useless, rot like tomatoes in the wooden shacks of their souls; there is no use for them in a truly prosperous future.
Where is the present headed? or, in better question: What does the future hold?--If I were to tell, nobody would understand, for the future is determined by one, and one alone. When there are three, two will invariably fall. The first to fall will be forgotten--a blessing to his legacy; the second does not have that luxury--he will be destroyed and held as an evil for a new eternity. This fated hour leaves on standing, the one whose sword shall forge the new order. He is the one who shall lead the people on the path of destiny, and he is the one who shall set into motion a world once sedentary, creating a future that only He has the authority to right.
- This is a monologue by Alex Rosewater. For maximum enjoyment, I reccomend that, as you read this, you hear Alex's voice reading the text.
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Memories--what do they mean to people? To some, they mean power; to others, redemption for the sins of the present; and still, to many, they mean absolutely nothing. To these people, who turn their backs on the past, the future is out of their control--they have no experiences based on which to make decisions for themselves, and as this populace increases during these desperate times, the people turn to a single person--any single person--who possesses these most valuable of memories. In this stead, my feet have been placed. I shall lead these people to the future.
There are numerous people in this desolate city who possess memories of the past, and I hold no doubts as to the power of their memories. However, in the present, every man is faced with decisions, and for me, that choice was whether or not to ascend unto the throne of man. With hesitation, I accepted the fact that my future held the position of Messiah to the people of Paradigm City, but when the choice was made, it was I who held control over these emotions; any fears were alleviated for as soon as I was shown my purpose, the future of this city would be mine.
Whether by purpose or accident, I was always aware that there would be those who opposed a man appointed by God--Stories of long ago tell of the oppression of His own son--and my present would be filled with suffering beyond any this city has seen. What toils would I go through, what fates must I challenge to serve my purpose for existence? Those who would oppose me will fall in the end, banished into this age of curse, while the most ignorant man would follow lead into the future. Is it not an ironic fact that those who toil the hardest to influence this future shall be wiped from its record forever?
Defeat. This word I deny, refuse to accept, know that it is not mine even though it never leaves my thoughts. I have seen a defeated man before--a man so obsessed with the least important of matters. I do not envy him. I would sooner shoulder the burden of a thousand worlds than deny that any exist, for an insanity for the weak and old is the power that the generation of the present utilise to create the state of tomorrow. Let the old, the useless, rot like tomatoes in the wooden shacks of their souls; there is no use for them in a truly prosperous future.
Where is the present headed? or, in better question: What does the future hold?--If I were to tell, nobody would understand, for the future is determined by one, and one alone. When there are three, two will invariably fall. The first to fall will be forgotten--a blessing to his legacy; the second does not have that luxury--he will be destroyed and held as an evil for a new eternity. This fated hour leaves on standing, the one whose sword shall forge the new order. He is the one who shall lead the people on the path of destiny, and he is the one who shall set into motion a world once sedentary, creating a future that only He has the authority to right.
