Code Lyoko: Of Pawns And Puppets
By. Tate Icasa
Part Three: Puppet
The human race does not deserve the world it lives in.
It has taken the beauty of Earth and corrupted it, turned it into something else. They pollute it, and unless if affects them, they do not care.
It has killed many to survive, many others for sport, and those unfortunate enough to stand in its way.
No doubt it gets cridit for its accomplishments, but not only the kind ones. It 's history is one of extensive ones and unnecessary vioulence, it's fiction of scarred worlds.
It is facinated by pain.
And in that way, perhaps, we are similar.
I am only an embodiment of Her, of course, of the Player, the Puppetmaster. I am her hate, her indifference, her bitterness.
The human race deserves to burn.
The Pawn believe we are the same, yet I know better. Though she can never acheive it, The Pawn yearns for freedom. I do not.
I am content to remain her extension, to use her power.
The human race does much the same.
But despite it's greed, the human race lives short in universal time. A tiny flicker of light.
The Player will live on, the Puppetmaster will still hold the strings.
In that respect, we are not so different, the Pawn and I.
