You know sometimes I don't understand sigma.
I'm gonna say it again.
You know sometimes I don't understand Sigma.
The death is the life and the life is the death.
The death of humanity, the death of reploids? Which is it?
Now I hear it's the death of the world.
A new world brings about a new life. But that also brings death. The death of what I really wanted to rain over.
My life is short, my life hasn't been too long.
I mean sure I've done a lot of wrong but...
Death of life and the death of death?
I really don't understand anymore.
It feel like a giant loop.
How many times has it been?
I'll die if I keep going.
I'll die if I stop.
What's wrong? What's right anymore?
I believe in my consciousness. I believe in my views.
I thought he was the same as me.
Us mavericks out here.
My name was vile?
A terrible name for a evil doer.
A terrible name for a good doer.
Right out of the robotic womb they call doctor Cain's lab it seems like my fate was already decided.
So I'm gonna ask you again.
The death of life or the death of death?
The death of the humans or death of the reploids?
There's no clear answer.
I really don't understand Sigma.
I wrote this shit literally just now like three minutes ago. Enjoy it.