@k25ff replied to your post : the perfect is the enemy of the goodthe good is...
I ship it spades.
the good and the perfect meet over the ruins of a once great city. freed of the minds which they once lived within, they once again meet as pure entities, not ideological motivations, and begin to beat the hell out of each other with guns and punches and cutting, angry words. they run the gamut of arguments had in legislatures, on messageboards, in people’s minds as they decided their next course of action, until even those trappings are stripped away and they see each other’s drive for betterment laid bare.
“dammit,” says the good.
the perfect snorts, but nods in agreement as well. “well,” it says, “next time, so long as none of you lot fail to throw yourselves behind a perfectly good utopian vision,”
“in that political atmosphere? you just brought their doom sooner,” the good says, but its heart isn’t in it at this point. they stare out over the fallen capital, mourning the loss of a civilization.
the perfect takes the good’s hand, squeezing maybe a little harder than necessary. it turns its face towards the stars, scanning for their next home; the good presses its back against the perfect’s, guarding its rival as it searches the earth, combing forward and backward in time for a people with the capacity for goodness. they remain in silence, sparing a little attention to enjoy the brief inhuman contact.
suddenly, the good darts off in a direction that confuses the perfect for a moment - the good did always have better reflexes after all. “oh get back here, you bastard!” the perfect yells to nobody as it follows the good twelve millennia into the past, finding it cultivating tribal loyalty in a race of mildly sapient hyperworms miles below the planet’s crust. the perfect sets about instilling dreams of antideathism and colonization of the stars in the most hopeful minds it can find, loath to let the good get any more of an advantage. they sink back out of sapience, and there is once again only the conflict, the twin drives pushing each other down but someday, hopefully, propelling them both to greatness.