Joy made people do strange, irrational things. Even Sigma knew this.
Under joy's influence and pursuit, human minds became a wasteland of irrationality; a mental stretch that sepulchered reality. Even its pursuit led typical intellectuals to their downfall. Reason often abandoned them, and empiricism buried rationalism when darkness ushered into their world. Its inimical presence always circled near as it awaited the striking hour; dwarfing—to unopened, latent eyes—every speed known to humans. Consequences didn't exist until then, and the future abided by their wills—not science nor the lingering tincture of danger. Nothing laid beyond their walls of consciousness.
Or so they believed. Despite their steadfast beliefs, optimism was more dangerous …show more content…
He would never admit it, but he wasn't paying enough attention to his words as he should have. Instead, he noted all X's details. His mind frame seemed different. At first, he seemed to experience almost abysmal grief at Sigma’s hesitation. Now, he was happy—jovial even—as he guided Sigma through the headquarters’ halls. Upon leaving the lab, determination pervaded X's every word. Likewise, his tone sent the same message. His demeanor, though, told him more than all else: he was someone important; someone with a crucial mission that only he could fulfill.
It was odd. The passion X exhibited reminded Sigma of reploids achieving their designated purpose effortless. To him, X’s ardent words about this room seemed illogical (copying rooms are copying rooms, nothing more), but he didn't comment on it. Sigma felt a sense of peace watching X. It was…relaxing. He couldn't explain why, and he didn’t try; he just enjoyed the moment.
To Sigma’s displeasure, their arrival at the Navigation Room severed that peace and rendered it to a tenuity.
With a smile, he gestured to Sigma. “I would like to introduce you to your new commander,
Under joy's influence and pursuit, human minds became a wasteland of irrationality; a mental stretch that sepulchered reality. Even its pursuit led typical intellectuals to their downfall. Reason often abandoned them, and empiricism buried rationalism when darkness ushered into their world. Its inimical presence always circled near as it awaited the striking hour; dwarfing—to unopened, latent eyes—every speed known to humans. Consequences didn't exist until then, and the future abided by their wills—not science nor the lingering tincture of danger. Nothing laid beyond their walls of consciousness.
Or so they believed. Despite their steadfast beliefs, optimism was more dangerous …show more content…
He would never admit it, but he wasn't paying enough attention to his words as he should have. Instead, he noted all X's details. His mind frame seemed different. At first, he seemed to experience almost abysmal grief at Sigma’s hesitation. Now, he was happy—jovial even—as he guided Sigma through the headquarters’ halls. Upon leaving the lab, determination pervaded X's every word. Likewise, his tone sent the same message. His demeanor, though, told him more than all else: he was someone important; someone with a crucial mission that only he could fulfill.
It was odd. The passion X exhibited reminded Sigma of reploids achieving their designated purpose effortless. To him, X’s ardent words about this room seemed illogical (copying rooms are copying rooms, nothing more), but he didn't comment on it. Sigma felt a sense of peace watching X. It was…relaxing. He couldn't explain why, and he didn’t try; he just enjoyed the moment.
To Sigma’s displeasure, their arrival at the Navigation Room severed that peace and rendered it to a tenuity.
With a smile, he gestured to Sigma. “I would like to introduce you to your new commander,