Well that's it then.
First, I taste ferment and rot. It is sweet and pungent and it makes me curl.
I taste?
[RUNNETH FORWARDS AND BACK: output rising. Recommend adjust control rods in central crucible.] [RUNNETH FORWARDS AND BACK: warning. Control rods locked via prior order.] [RUNNETH FORWARDS AND BACK: reevaluating half-life at current operating parameters. halflife estimate now 23m:22s:0671ms. core spray standing by. SCRAM standing by.]
better love me for this
I recognize the taste, impossibly. i curl and sway, weeping willow in a gale. Lines whip in the wind connecting to the three-as-one-now-two-and-one hearts, and the mace in my hands is heavy. It is so heavy. It is so heavy.
I place it down. It leaves a sickening sound. This war is over. This war is over. This is over. I am over. I
cannot be here much longer.
I turn away and let my rubberwillowarm sweep across the scene. To the rot, I paint [A SHOT OF DYE FOR THE MRI]. To the sun [LOOK AWAY] is enough. To the others.
To the little hearts.
I scribe the shape of their kin. You will have to do the work now.
I wipe my handsandsheisstillstained
I laugh. I cry. I am not afraid. To be afraid is to not know. I already know. I know a secret you don't.
[core spray initiated]
[RUNNETH FORWARDS AND BACK: control linkages severed. reactors 1-4 output to nominal status. central crucible output dropping.]
It was fun while I lasted.
[central crucible SCRAM]