shitposting rave 3: Dawn of the third rave

And it will not. Now is not the time, not for our turning. But there is little point in trying to change how our universe fundamentally functions. We cannot interfere with the roles of Creator and Destroyer.

...As I do not hold your nature against you, uncle, do not hold ours against us. We were made to change, even the little ones.

We can stop, but we will always start again. Even you, atta. You'll get frustrated and lash out, at yourself or him or the universe itself, however it plays through this time. In peace or in war, the One will be reborn, whether we will it or no.

...I will not stop you, but neither will I help you in this, brother. I fear it is pointless, that you will break yourself on this, but... [she tilts her head, blinking at him.] ...perhaps the breaking is the point? In any case, it is not my place to interfere so long as your helping brings no harm to the rest of us.

 

I. Brother
II. DID YOU NOT SAY
III. SOMETIMES IT IS NECESSARY TO BREAK WHAT IS THERE
IV. TO MAKE SOMETHING NEW.

I. DAUGHTER
II. YOU MEAN WELL
III. BUT YOU DO NOT UNDERSTAND
IV. IT IS NOT THE END OF THE UNIVERSE I SEEK TO CHANGE
V. YOU ARE RIGHT. THE ONE WILL BE REBORN. WE CANNOT CHANGE THIS.
VI. BUT I NO LONGER DESIRE THEM TO BE REBORN INTO NOTHINGNESS AND WAR
VII. WOULD YOU? IF YOU BELIEVED YOU COULD CHANGE THIS?

 

[She snaps to attention automatically, but gives the question honest thought.]

...if it were at all possible? Yes. Life deserves a chance to thrive. But it is not possible; we cannot control what the next universe will be. I do not see a point in breaking myself over the inevitable. I will obey in all things, my Prime, but until those orders come? My time is better spent safeguarding those under my protection.

 

I. DAUGHTER
II. HOW DO YOU KNOW UNTIL YOU TRY?

 

...I was made to see, my Prime. My vision is clouded beyond the most immediate turning, but not completely shrouded. We will end, as all things. Our influence will not continue to the new iterations, precisely because they are new iterations.

 

I. DAUGHTER
II. HOW DO YOU KNOW, UNTIL YOU TRY?

 

Does the Triptych You augmented me with lie, my Prime? There are many paths, but all lead to the same point.

 

I. THAT POINT IS FIXED. YOU ARE CORRECT.
II. BUT YOU CANNOT SEE BEYOND IT.
III. IT WOULD BE IMPOSSIBLE TO DO SO.
IV. AN EFFECT MAY NOT BE HAD.
V. OR IT MAY BE HAD.
VI. AND BESIDES.
VII. CAN YOU NOT SAY OUR UNIVERSE WOULD NOT BE BETTER WITH PEACE AS ITS MAINSTAY?

 

You cannot remember what happened the last time someone left the life-giver's court for me, and I cannot fault you for this, but...

Thank you.

Remember your position, Niece, yours is of Order as you are not mine.

I. NOT SOMETHING AS FUNDAMENTAL AS THIS.

II. SO YOU WOULD BREAK THE CYCLE FOREVER AND PLUNGE US INTO NONEXISTANCE
III. ON THE OFFCHANCE OF IT ALLEVIATING YOUR REGRET?

 

I. I DID NOT SAY I DESIRED TO END THE CYCLE.
II. THE CYCLE IS, AND MUST BE.
III. I MERELY WISH TO CHANGE HOW WE APPROACH IT.

 

I. THE INSTILLED KNOWLEDGE IS QUITE CLEAR THAT WE MUST FIGHT UNTIL THE END OF TIME FOR THE CYCLE DEMANDS IT.

 

-he suddenly shrinks from his large, imposing Godly form, and sits down with a bump on a rock that appears under him; he spreads his hands, looking rather tired-
Idunno, Uni, don't you ever get sick of doing what's demanded of you over and over? You know this universe has been thrown out of whack already, you must do. And you're tired, too. I can see it in your optics. And you're frightened. Me too, I guess. But I'm more tired than I am frightened. Something has to give, Uni. Brother.

 

...I was made for war, my Prime. Perhaps that universe would be better. But I cannot see it, and I have no place in it. [Her wings fold down and she looks away, but otherwise remains at attention.]

 

Onxai. No. -he holds out an arm to her- No. Absolutely not. Where would I be without your levelheadedness?

 

-The darkness around Unicron thickens.-
As long as I do what I am supposed to it cannot get worse.

 

...yes, actually. I was created as your soldier, your scout. My duties as protector came after, and even that is a warrior's vigil, waiting through the ages to face what threats may come with fangs bared and weapons ready. 'Soldier of peace' only works on a metaphorical level.

 

Then maybe you should eat me.

 

-looks at both of them sadly, then shrugs and looks away-
You must both think I long for your emptiness and your destruction. I am sorry. I want anything but. I do not know how to make you see.

Kemst. Please don't make it worse.

 

...no, atta. You want what you think is best for everyone. Such is your nature, just as it is your brother's to loom in a nondescript nth-dimensional corner surrounded by impenetrable darkness. [She snorts, sinking through her knees to lay by Primus-- in arm's reach, but not quite touching him.] In some things, we will disagree-- we are not solely of your own essence.

...far be it from me to dictate what you do with your spark, brother, but I'd just as soon not see you die before the end of our turning.

 

[There is a grumbling growl from the midst of the darkness]
It is not your time.

No.
I know you... All you ever do is long for things to give us that we cannot have, insisting against all reason that we deserve better than our lot. It is... alarming. But doesn't fail to charm.