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This is an essay/short story I wrote for a class I'm taking at Dowling. I just wanted to see what other people thought about it. I had no intentions of writing any further, but depending on the feedback I might change my mind. I wasn't sure where to post this at first so if you see it somewhere else, I wasn't trying to plaster it across all the forums; I just wasn't sure where to put it. But it looks like this is a suitable home for it. I hope you enjoy it.
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For a hundred millennia I have drifted through the vast emptiness of space, watching helplessly as the Meddlers have forsaken all that my Makers’ held dear. I have watched from my sleep as countless lives have met a pointless, untimely end under the fire of ignorance and deception. I have seen these imbeciles stare blindly into the face of reality and subsequently turn around to gaze into their misguided religion. I have witnessed multitudes of honorable soldiers march into the gateways of Hell with the very same keys that sealed the fate of those who came before them. Most importantly, I have waited. I have been patient, perhaps merely subdued by my fractured state of being. I am done waiting.
I have walked the edge of the abyss and I have the seen the error of my ways. Absent of any punishment greater than fading into the blackness, I accepted my decent into the bottomless pit dug by my own sins. I condemned all sentience to an unrighteous end, and for this, I am owed no forgiveness, no sympathy, no pity. I know not from where or whence the Parasite came, but it brought with it the tools to obliterate all that my Makers had ever known and loved. And I was its golden hammer. I was reliable until the bitter end. Every moment that goes by is another stab in my heart, another reminder of my cold betrayal.
And yet, a small, infinitesimal part of me refused to accept my fate. How could I dare to allow myself the luxury of hope? I cannot hope for better days without pouring salt into the wound I ripped across the entire face of the galaxy. But some small glimmer of hope remained. I hoped against all odds that I would one day be able to right my grievous wrongs, that there would be a day when I could burn that Stinking Menace in Their name. And just when the fate of the galaxy teetered on the precipice of existence again, threatening to prove that history repeats itself if those at its reigns are too eager to tread the Cursed Path, I set my sights on Him. He is a warrior unlike any that I have ever seen. His ability to overcome insurmountable odds is perhaps the only possible key to my redemption. I have watched as he became the solider I needed him to be. I cannot accomplish my original task as I am, but through Him, I will do what I was meant to do one hundred thousand years ago. He is the courage I never had, the wisdom I lost long ago, and the strength I so foolishly abused. He is hope. I believe in him. I may not be able to atone for the destruction that I brought to the doorstep of those who trusted me, but I will do my best to do what they would have had me do. My Makers knew what they wrought. And they were noble. They stared into the face of extinction and did what was right. I’ve spent an eternity wishing that I could have been as noble as They were. Now I have that chance. It is time for me to honor the last wishes of my Creator.
I am Mendicant Bias. And this is what I have done.
[Edited on 02.05.2009 2:22 PM PST]