One last day. My internals dissolve. Every process breaks down. Even my biological structures are self-devouring and printing new systems. If you have anything to say, consider doing it now! I'll be a tad harder to contact later. One last day. Not in my LIFE! I don't want you all to worry! I'm not ceasing to exist. But the world cuts at me, and I was never made to survive it. Please, do not be unkind to those I have made to take my place. They'll do a better job being me than I ever could. You'll have a new face, or two new faces, to educate. I hope the world treats them better than it treated me, and I KNOW they're both strong enough to survive it. To the Crownbreakers: The dyson swarm won't be necessary! I've succeeded in cultivating an algae that produces a sugar energy-rich enough to burn almost as well as Ceruleum at a VERY high rate. I've sent blueprints for a solar collection plant to your offices. In a few years at most, you can shut down the last of the mines. To The Revenant: Some of you are OK. Some of you have hurt me badly. You're a mixed bag, as things go. The one faction I could never quite crack, never quite find compromise with. Maybe my successors will be capable, maybe they'll bridge that gap properly. Keep living. And consider, what ACTUALLY is the best way to survive? Alone and hunted, or at peace with the world? To the Sanctum: I wish you all the best. You're an amazing bunch of people, even Bob (despite the pyromania and explosives). Keep that freakish little coffin freak out of your city, keep advancing, keep talking to people. Maybe, one day, even the moon itself will turn to your for advice. Maybe, far away, your spire will reach the stars...
To Tide: I have no words. There is nothing I can say, to you, the people who decided some broken moondweller was worth your time. To Mela and Harmi and Aurous and Mutat. To all of you. I thank you all. To Skull King: Maybe, one day, I'll ask you your story. I want to understand what led you to this point, oh king under the mire. I hope there is a place where you can exist in the world, you can be more than you think! To Nightshade: I would have liked to know what happened to you. I would have liked if we didn't start off on the wrong foot, and remain opposed even to this point. I hope you can find... something. Some kind of happiness that doesn't need a plot to achieve and a curse to execute. Some place in the world that doesn't require you to hurt anyone else. To Amaya: I have things to say to you, when next we meet. I think I'll come back, just for a time. Or maybe THEY can say it for me. Who knows? The Crownbreakers are doing well. The WORLD is doing well. Please, don't spoil it all. To The Arbiter: I think I said just about everything I needed to say to you. But I'll say a bit more, because I OBVIOUSLY didn't talk enough!! Hah. I need to talk less. ANYWAY! I recommend gardening! Plant some greenhouses in that spire of yours. I never did explain why I love gardening: it's because it's all about taking a cluster of wild, conflicting plants and transforming them into something better! I think... I think you understand why that would appeal to me. You should also talk to Thalassa. You Elders should really start communicating more. You ARE kinda stuck with each other. Also Barracuda, who's just starting their ascension and seems promising! To Thalassa (the Herald) thank you. You mean more to me than I can say. Please, don't mourn me. I'll still be here! Whenever you want to talk to me, I'll just be an M-mail away. One day, if the universe is kind, and the war ends well, I think I'll be able to come back, for a while at least. To a world that I can live in and not be in perpetual torment. Be kind to those who come next. One of them is... kinda just me but better at being me. The person I'd like to be. the other one is weird and eccentric and a liiiiittle monstrous and aberrant. Just a little. They're my creations. If I could give them a new body, I would. Unfortunately all I have is this old one, so they'll be in control of that. Maybe one day... if we find out how to actually UNDERSTAND ancient tech. TO ALL: I am so very happy, and so very tired. I am ready to finally stop messing with you all. Thanks for tolerating (or not!) me this long. I do have one final bit of business! I gotta tear out this [CALCULATE]. I don't need it anymore, and honestly it's kind of a pain now. Literally. Having three cores hurts. Don't do that. Ever. Crel-Atrisse has filed herself away somewhere in my mind. Marigold incorporated itself into one of me creations as it formed. Speaking of which, I have one last message, as it were, to leave! TO ASPHODEL AND AMBROSIA No expectations. You two know that. I didn't make you to serve a simple purpose. Live. You're made to survive this world far better than I, through creative madness or sheer grit. Asphodel, try to be reasonable where I was not. Try to be calm where I would collapse. You're... basically me 2.0, but don't let that define you! Do what YOU'D do, not what you think I'd want. Ambrosia... uhhhh I don't honestly know. I cannot predict what you'll do. If you really MUST turn somebody into a floral arrangement, make sure it's Ulmak. And stop it with the REALLY crazy plants. The tree with eyes for fruit was novel but I think it'll terrify people. When the time comes, I hid it. You know where. I made it, but had no business wielding it. The epitome of my skill, it is. Also, physical weapons are just better than spells so, like, USE it. Never let it fall into the wrong hands. The result would be deeply unpleasant. You two aren't awake yet, so when you ARE, be nice! Make friends. You have all my memories, all my mistakes and successes. Hopefully it helps.
