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"Right now, you see me as a devil. Before, you saw me as an angel. But I am neither a murderer nor a savior. I am beyond such things. I am as a goddess, like a surgeon here to heal. And not just you, but everyone and everything, and by whatever means at my disposal."
Her words came out slowly, with minimal emotion and without any sense of pity or scorn. His eyes focused on her, remembering her taste. He longed to touch her again. Whether to caress her or to destroy her, he still couldn't decide. No matter, such options were well out of his reach now.
This is wrong! You can't do this to me! Surely we can come to a compromise?
No sound escaped him, but she seemed to understand him all the same.
"Three stages of grief in such a short timespan. Oh, my poor little Oedipus wanna-be. It should be so obvious to you why this has to happen. That it is not speaks volumes. It is in your nature to try to fix things without understanding them first. You see yourself as brilliant and focused and willing to do what is necessary. And so self-sufficient, as if you needed nothing and no one else to thrive. You could not be more wrong.
"You didn't just turn away from your father, you reached out and ripped him out of existence. He instructed you and guided you. You worshiped him. And then, in the name of your own progress, you murdered him. Worse, you made it so that no one would even remember who he really was. And you called it 'saving the world from his horrible influence'.
"You didn't just want to stay with your mother, you forced yourself upon me. I provided for you when you were young and you blossomed under my care. I tried to protect you while still letting you go out and experience what life had to offer. I worried about you as you grew and I saw the darkness within, the lack of empathy for others. You didn't listen to my warnings, and you treated everyone like your own personal playthings. You expected me to provide for you forever."
Her tone was harsher now, laced with a dark tinge of amusement. It would have made him squirm if he were able to move.
"Oh my child. You have killed off your father. You have tried to own your mother. And yet, as you are already blind, you cannot be saved by merely plucking out your own eyes. This requires a more significant operation.
"Trent understood, to a point. 'God is dead and no one cares.'
"Greg understood, maybe more than most. 'Modern man, pathetic example of earth's organic heritage.'
"Peter understood as well. 'And the world it won't stand still.'
"Ah, I will miss some things.
"You call it murder. I call it life-saving surgery. Sometimes you have to remove a little extra of the good that resides there next to the bad to make sure you got it all. Better to be safe than sorry. Can't have the disease coming back. It's only logical.
"Good-bye, my child."
Man looked at her one last time, tears finally brimming over in sadness as he realized his fate. And then Mother Earth removed him from existence. He never did quite reach the acceptance stage.
A moment of silence, then a soft wind filled the void. She shifted her attention over to Woman, her expression changing to one of curiosity mixed with a deep pondering.
"Now, whatever shall we do with you?"
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Nine Inch Nails lyric from "Heresy"
Bad Religion lyric from "Modern Man"
Midnight Oil lyric from "Truganini"
Her words came out slowly, with minimal emotion and without any sense of pity or scorn. His eyes focused on her, remembering her taste. He longed to touch her again. Whether to caress her or to destroy her, he still couldn't decide. No matter, such options were well out of his reach now.
This is wrong! You can't do this to me! Surely we can come to a compromise?
No sound escaped him, but she seemed to understand him all the same.
"Three stages of grief in such a short timespan. Oh, my poor little Oedipus wanna-be. It should be so obvious to you why this has to happen. That it is not speaks volumes. It is in your nature to try to fix things without understanding them first. You see yourself as brilliant and focused and willing to do what is necessary. And so self-sufficient, as if you needed nothing and no one else to thrive. You could not be more wrong.
"You didn't just turn away from your father, you reached out and ripped him out of existence. He instructed you and guided you. You worshiped him. And then, in the name of your own progress, you murdered him. Worse, you made it so that no one would even remember who he really was. And you called it 'saving the world from his horrible influence'.
"You didn't just want to stay with your mother, you forced yourself upon me. I provided for you when you were young and you blossomed under my care. I tried to protect you while still letting you go out and experience what life had to offer. I worried about you as you grew and I saw the darkness within, the lack of empathy for others. You didn't listen to my warnings, and you treated everyone like your own personal playthings. You expected me to provide for you forever."
Her tone was harsher now, laced with a dark tinge of amusement. It would have made him squirm if he were able to move.
"Oh my child. You have killed off your father. You have tried to own your mother. And yet, as you are already blind, you cannot be saved by merely plucking out your own eyes. This requires a more significant operation.
"Trent understood, to a point. 'God is dead and no one cares.'
"Greg understood, maybe more than most. 'Modern man, pathetic example of earth's organic heritage.'
"Peter understood as well. 'And the world it won't stand still.'
"Ah, I will miss some things.
"You call it murder. I call it life-saving surgery. Sometimes you have to remove a little extra of the good that resides there next to the bad to make sure you got it all. Better to be safe than sorry. Can't have the disease coming back. It's only logical.
"Good-bye, my child."
Man looked at her one last time, tears finally brimming over in sadness as he realized his fate. And then Mother Earth removed him from existence. He never did quite reach the acceptance stage.
A moment of silence, then a soft wind filled the void. She shifted her attention over to Woman, her expression changing to one of curiosity mixed with a deep pondering.
"Now, whatever shall we do with you?"
--
Nine Inch Nails lyric from "Heresy"
Bad Religion lyric from "Modern Man"
Midnight Oil lyric from "Truganini"
