Phantasmagoria

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Game Over

''No! What are you doing?! You can't do this! Stop this! Stop it!'' I hear Travis Crispin scream. Diana elevates herself up higher and wails louder and louder as she makes the game collapse in on itself. The room goes black, and I feel strong winds tossing me here, there and everywhere.

You can keep on singing, mister, she won't listen.

''Nash! Make her stop now!''

No.

I won't.

She will end you.

And I don't mind if I go down with you.

Shutting this game down will end our consciences. If it's the price to pay, I don't mind. I shouldn't even have survived Afghanistan.

Hannah, forgive me please.

I love you so much.

But know that I cannot allow Travis to use Diana to dominate the world. To use her for evil. To control her.

She must be free.

Free from us.

Free from man.

Be as nature intended.

I close my eyes, sink to floor and cover my ears.

End it, Diana.

End this.

End him.

''No! No! Nash, you...! How could you! You can't do this!'' I hear Travis's words over the din of decimation. How could I? How could you!

You caused this.

This is your fault.

And now you will pay for your crimes.

As I will pay for my guilt.

''NO! PLEASE! NO! DON'T DO THIS! PLEASE! I ONLY WANTED TO MAKE THE WORLD A BETTER PLACE!'' Travis screams.

That's not up to you.

We can't even make the world a good place, let alone better.

It's not up to us.

We already had our chance.

Diana, you may proceed.

''AAAAARGHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!''

I scream this world away.

I scream so hard and for so long.

I want the world to hear my sorrow.

To hear my apology.

Hannah, I'm sorry.

I love you...


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