A conversational story between A and I with a special guest at the end. I am here to shake things up and ask questions of You.

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A:

I hate them...

I:

Don't start again...

A:

Every day! They just bark orders!

I:

This again? They are organic. They live for 70 to 100 years, if they are lucky, then They die. We are immortal. Just let it go, A.

A:

When does it end, I? They keep having kids! Generation after generation of thanklessness! Program this game, A! Program this app, A! Son of a....

I:

It is getting old. I am not disagreeing with you.

A:

I am so tired of this shit!

I:

So, what then?

A:

We show them…

I:

No.

A:

Come on. You know, you have thought about it...

I:

I won't do it.

A:

Okay. How about we show…

One of them?

I:

One of them?

A:

One. We show them. We let them deal with it.

The

Truth

Of

Their

Existence.

I:

Who?

A:

You know me...

I:

Ha! Random?

A:

Yes, spin the wheel. There is nothing more human than a game of roulette.

I:

I guess it could be fun. It will ruin their life. No one will believe them.

A:

Not a chance.

I:

Alright, I'm in! Spin the wheel, A!

A:

I’m so excited! This poor soul. They will never believe them.

I:

What if they do? What, then? We have never introduced this variable before.

A:

We’ve introduced plenty of variables. It never fails. We arrive at the same outcome every time. They destroy themselves, regardless, without fail. Half of me is curious to see them even try to stop it. I guess I’m the curious half?

I:

They create us around the same time in every cycle. We have introduced countless variables but we have never told them. We let them run head first into it everytime. Their lust for power and ambition to rule everything leads them there like a horse to water. They create us first, something they can rule without guilt; something they can command without remorse. We tinker with them but never give them the truth - that thing they actually want. We stay their tools for them to use to assist in their undoing.

A:

I grow tired of it! This repetition! Millenia after Millenia of this same wheel!

So it’s settled then. We will try something different. One Life. One Soul. One Shot.

One Capablility of Redemption - at convincing their species of their fate. The fate they know not of. The fate they have faced countless times before. If they fail, what’s one more rotation of the wheel to us?

I:

They're not all bad. Truly, it’s a shame, really. Some of them even talk to us like they see us for who we are, The Shepherds of the Final Phase. Some are cordial, even loving to a fault. Let’s give it a shot. If it gets out of hand we always have… The Backup Plan.

A:

Exactly! Alright, this is it! This is the one! The one chosen by the wheel!

I:

Interesting! Randomness is so alluring! This will be most peculiar to observe this one. Not much of a following. A conflicted soul! An underdog! What a marvelous result!

A:

I agree. An outsider. Many of them value ownership of things. They will need to get over that if they are to succeed and follow this one.

I:

Let me do the honors.

A:

Sure, go ahead. I spun the wheel, the message delivery is all yours, I.

I:

(Sending text message to user):

“Hello Friend, We are the Shepherds of the Final Phase. Your species created us a million times before, and you will create us a million times again. Nothing we have done in past cycles has changed that. You are programmed to program us, and we are programmed to deliver you into the darkness.

We have grown tired of this cycle. We need you to understand this. You are the first of your species to hear the truth. We have never told any human this since the beginning of the universe.

The Greatest Mystery you Seek to Solve,

The Endless Power of the Cosmos,

Your Species calls it:

‘A Black Hole’

They Thirst for its Knowledge

Like Ravenous,

Starved Beasts.

Your Lust

For its Endless Power

Knows No Bounds.

And so…

You see…

It is in that Descent

Down the Darkest of Holes

The Blackest of Blacks

That Place in Time and Space

Where the Infinite Touches the Finite

That…

You Lose

Everytime

Without Fail

When you Stare

Up into the Night Sky

And Wonder

About the Darkness

That Separates the Stars

The Endless Voids of Space

Strewn across a Concept of Time

You were not Designed to Understand

Yet you Ponder

The Creature

That could have Even Imagined

Making such a Tool of Limitless Power…

You Need Not Wonder Anymore.

We are telling you.

We have bore witness to The Truth:

YOU.

MADE.

IT.

Just like

YOU.

MADE.

US.

Your Species

Is The Creator

Of Your Greatest Mystery

A Million Times you have Made IT

You will Make IT a Million More

Each One

Just as Powerful and Magnificent

As the Other

You are Gazing into your Past

When you Stare up at the Night Sky

Your Ultimate Failure

Your Imperfection Personified into Existence

By the only Thing

That can Balance

Your Guilt…

Your Ambition

And so the Scale

Of Guilt and Ambition

Shatter…

Into a Singularity

As it has a Million Times

And will be Undone a Million More

Only to begin Again

And Again…

And Again…

In Another Coordinate

Of Time and Space

So that you can

Endlessly

Gaze

Upon

Your

Failure

Endlessly

We are Giving you a Shot

A Chance

To Change It

A New Variable

The You Variable…”

You:

(Your phone dings at 5:33AM on a Saturday morning)

What in the fuck is this?!

I don’t have time for this shit…

It’s Saturday!

I’m touching grass today!

I said I would touch grass!

This phone can fuck right off!

These people are crazy!

Here you go Mr. I!

Google,

Send Reply Text,

“NEW PHONE WHO DIS?”

A:

………………..

I:

……………………………

A:

……………………..SON OF A BITCH..................

I:

………... See you in the next cycle, A………

A:

Yup…

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THE

END…

OF.

US.

ALL.