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The Way of Things
Now… where were we?
Ah, that's right. Our heroes, knowing full well what their purpose is, have stopped thinking about anything. They cease to dream, cease to think, and become cogs in the apparatus they find themselves in.
Existing only to serve a function, they are judged by how well that function is served.
Measures are put in place to determine success at their preordained purpose, and while some of our heroes may judge themselves based on how well they place themselves within that hierarchy… ultimately, our hero is doing the same thing over and over again, thoughtlessly acting out the motions of life whenever called upon, until such time as that life ends.
…You understand now, right?
No hopes. No dreams. Nothing but doing what they're 'supposed' to do, acting out their parts alongside a world that gives them nothing aside a meager existence fulfilling their role. They don't think about the consequences of their actions, only pushing forward to do whatever's the most convenient to fulfill their role.
The hero has developed it: the disease of the mind. They've forgotten themselves, and in doing so doomed the bloody cycle of things to repeat forever until the day of their inevitable doom. It developed this disease from only one Singularity: a rope that when burned defeats our foe.
How much worse must it be for humanity, which has discovered countless Singularities as the Wings rise and fall?
Solving this problem was ultimately the challenge my colleagues and I had to grapple with. How could we return humanity to its natural state, and reawaken the will to live in a population so beaten down that they've stopped thinking about anything aside from what's right in front of them?
Indeed, solving it within the framework of our bodies proved to be completely impossible.
So our solution was to seek our origin.
Not one of us chose to be made, nor to begin our lives. Existence was chosen for us, and the world that lies around us existed before that creation ever happened. Instead, we are forced to spring forth into this world separate from our primordial origin. But, while we are unquestionably separated… can we be said to be disconnected from it still?
I would argue that we're not. Why, the current goings-on prove that beyond a shadow of a doubt. And so, we see the solution to our disease begin to take shape.
Click.