I'm tired.
The world needs you.
The world doesn't need me. The world
got on just fine for millions of years with out me.
Humanity then.
And, that's worth saving?
I think it is.
You think it is? What makes your opinion so important? I am tired. Let the world, let humanity, save its self.
But...
But, what? I'm not a hero. I am one
human being, gifted by circumstance, by chance, with great power.
And, until recently, I chose to use that power for whatever I
perceived the greater good to be. Today I choose to not use that
power. I make that choice for the greater good. What, I, perceive the
greater good to be.
I hate you.
Many will.
What
will we do?
What did you do before me?
What will we do
with out you?
What. Did you do. Before me?
Nothing will be the same.
Everything will be the same. In today's world, will I even be remembered a year, a decade, a century on? Honestly, am I all that likely to be the last... gifted?
You were the first.
Was I? Maybe, I was just the least smart. I sold my power cheaply. I flaunted it publicly. And, for what? Adulation? Groupies? A feel good sense of holier than thou martyrdom?
What... What will you
do?
Nothing.
