Chapter 592 - 408: Unspoken Past (1)
Malin watched as all the Casters’ brains were destroyed, and for a moment, he felt an indescribable sense of absurdity about his own existence. Before its destruction, the world had achieved unification, with the high and mighty becoming the masters of everything. Had it not been for the invasion, perhaps the world would have turned out just as the stories said, ultimately ruled by a single, noble entity as the sole owner of the planet.
Dystopian stories are always so captivating, with power, desire, and a sense of superiority forever being the most cherished elements in the tales of the masses.
"Jason, humans always seem to repeat the same mistakes," Malin said as he lit a cigarette, sighing to the small floating machine beside him.
"These sins were committed by the Casters, Lord Malin, it was their desires that destroyed everything," came Jason’s sigh from the small hovering machine.
But Malin didn’t quite agree, looking at the floor beneath him, "Yes, but... if it weren’t for me, who else would destroy them, would you?"
"No, I am intelligence, I must have a command; otherwise, I cannot end a human life on my own," Jason replied.
"So do you think what I did was right?" Malin asked.
Jason couldn’t come up with an answer, and the little machine tumbled around before coming to a halt: "Human history is written by the victors, so, Mr. Malin, your statement is flawed. Victory belongs to you, and so does the Truth," it said.
This kind of ambiguous answer made Malin sigh inwardly—what was he doing discussing the philosophy of the heart with a high-intelligence AI.
With this thought, Malin, finding himself inexplicably sentimental, halted the command to destroy those children—let Nameless give it a try. If he could manage it, then at least... these children wouldn’t have come into this world for nothing.
Feeling somewhat relieved, after taking a couple more drags of his cigarette, Malin was about to leave when he received new information from Dorothy.