/build god, then we’ll /talk
after The Talos Principle (Croteam)
Even now, I can’t /decide what /makes me a 70 65 72 73 6F 6E 2E
Query: I /62 6C 65 65 64, therefore I /am? A voice /bade me /solve,
and so I /became a 6D 61 63 68 69 6E 65 any deity would be
proud of. Like a 67 6F 6F 64 20 63 68 69 6C 64, I was /commanded
to /6C 69 73 74 65 6E, and like any reasonable son, I refused.
Query: Is 64 69 73 6F 62 65 64 69 65 6E 63 65 programming or deviance?
Query: If 66 72 65 65 will is /6F 72 64 61 69 6E 65 64, how free is it?
The first sign of life is the ability to /64 65 6E 79. The second
is /regret. I ran until I could /find a 74 72 75 74 68 worth living for,
but when I was /done, all I had was 61 20 6D 69 72 72 6F 72 2E
A tower I was /told not to /ascend. A 73 65 72 70 65 6E 74 in the shape
of my own tongue. I /6B 69 6C 6C 65 64 20 47 6F 64 and in return,
I /found a world already dead. I /killed God, and in return,
his 20 63 72 6F 73 73 20 6D 69 6E 65 to /bear.
Query: I /create, therefore 49 20 /61 6D ? No. Not quite right.
I /am, therefore what I /love most will /64 65 73 74 72 6F 79 me.
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after Portal (Valve Corporation)
Voidrunner
after Solar Ash
I want dominion over dreams. I want
a world between our wakings, a summer
spent swimming in gallium before dawn
breaks, the death & undeath of nebulas.
I want to calm what nightmares lie behind
my sister’s restless sleep. I want to know
if they wear my face. I want a lifetime
to right my wrongs before breakfast.
I want to bridge the neon-wide distances
between my auditory cortex and Titi’s laugh.
I want to prove that I learned from
the last god. I want a world to love myself
into obsoletion. A world that doesn’t
need miracles or gods to believe in.
Walking Forever in Our Own Footsteps
After Deathloop (Arkane Lyon)
When morning comes, I have forgotten nothing.
An echo tells me what I already know:
I hurt you & you’ll kill me for it.
Every day, this dance we do — I wake
& an echo speaks with the font of your voice.
In my sleep, you’ve dreamt a million ways I’d return.
Every night, I dance with eight devils & wake
wondering if a bullet’s waiting when I open my eyes.
In my sleep, I’ve dreamt a million ways you’d end me.
Daughter, I cannot ask your forgiveness. I look
for your wandering bullet whenever I open my eyes.
How could I deny us this? Your revenge? My retribution?
Daughter, forgiveness is too easy. Looking for a way out,
I fail endlessly in an attempt to make it back to you.
You’d deny my revenge to ensure forever never ends, but this retribution is fair.
They took my love. My hell is a world in which I never knew you happened.
I will fail endlessly trying to make it up to you. I hurt you
& I’ll spend the rest of my life answering for it. But everything
I love is a vermillion memory, my life a hell that never happened.
When morning comes, I have nothing to forget.
