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Shadow

He stood still in the vast silence, upon a narrow precipice in the void of space. His perch was atop the very tip of a now deactivated weapon, capable of great destruction, (much like himself).

This weapon was something that he had sympathized with. After all, he himself was created a weapon. So he empathized with the weapon, (or at least as much as a sentient being can empathize with an inanimate object).

And yet, in itself was a paradox, as not too long ago, he told himself that he'd put his past behind him, but after time he realized that he meant in the sense that he would stop moping about it and instead use it to progress, and move forward.. Coming up here sometimes also helped him to clear his head, such as the case now.

Why? That was a question that he asked himself time and time again, and in this moment. Why did he keep going?

He'd never really known what the true purpose of his life was. Different people all told him that he was created for aside variety of purposes, all different depending on who it was you asked. To create a cure for disease and death, to protect or conquer a world, to defeat an evil force.

But when it was done, when he'd achieved his purpose, then where would he go next?

As he explored a world that he'd only seen from above in space, he recalled the numerous experiences in his deceptively short life. As a result of his creators' experiments, knowledge of life had been implanted into his mind. Veritable libraries of information based of a scientist's logic.

But that didn't exactly count for actually experiencing things, and in that he had seen the best and worst of the world and its peoples, things that defied that logic.

An innocent girl that he'd cared about like a sibling, who thought only of the good in people and of a dream she'd wanted to fulfill. Yet she was taken away due to pointless fear and paranoia.

A creator, more logical, yet optimistic, with a profound weariness that seemed to evaporate when in the presence of the girl's infectious joy. Yet in the end becoming consumed with despairing rage.

A brilliant scientist resembling his creator in appearance, and related by blood. Yet possessing virtually none of the benevolence, and desiring to work in the fields of robotics rather than biology.

A child, with the oddity of different colored eyes. Fearful when he'd first encountered him. At one point an adversary. Now currently a defender and a remorseful being.

A otherworldly being, arrogant and ancient, viewing everything outside his creed as expendable.

And of course, he'd even encountered others like him. People with strengths similar to his own. The most noticeable one resembled him so much that they could have been related in power, appearance, and will. Yet this should not be, and it confused him. He was supposed to be the end all, the pinnacle of life itself. The rarer something is, the more valuable it is. Therefore he tried to remain aloof, perhaps as a defense mechanism. He did not want to face the possibility that there was someone as powerful as he.

Yet, he then found his path crossing the other's far too many times to count. Sometimes they were on the same side, other times they were at each other's throats, and in this, he'd actually found that he'd grown a respect for the other.

This was because he knew that for him, time was not an issue. When others moved on and developed, he would be still. When others would wither and succumb to sickness or disease, he would still stand strong. When others would take their final breath, his lungs would still fill with air, and his heart would still keep beating...and never stop.

He'd never admit it to anybody but himself, but this was an alien concept that scared even him. Would he spend the rest of his life watching others die?

But… the other never let this bother him. the past was no consequence to him. The fuure was new possibilities. Regardless of what happened, he kept moving forward. He would face whatever was thrown at him and despite all setbacks, he would get back up. Maybe the other was his better… in that regard.

Would that be a thought process that he himself could embrace? Was he looking at things the wrong way? If his life was unending, then maybe it meant that he would truly be able to see all that the world could offer, but in the vastness of existence?

Maybe that is what it truly meant to be the 'Ultimate.'

"The servers are the seven chaos" Seven emeralds encircled him

"Chaos is power, controlled by my will…" He felt his power augmented, new heights were achieved, even beyond the 'Ultimate' monniker that he went by.

"The controller serves to unify the chaos" His fur turned a brilliant silvery gold.

Transformed, he floated there and once again looked down upon the world… He would keep going, and find his purpose, his goal… The other one taught him that much.

Author's Note

Shadow has been touted as one of the most mysterious characters in the series, ironic given that his past was revealed recently. Therefore, I decided to show what goes through his head now that his answers are solved. He's immortal and will outlive basically, everybody. BTW, yes the emerald mantra he says is a version of the one Dr. Finitevous uses against Knuckles in the comic. I found if fit Shadow due to his serious personality and being of science rather than magic.