Thus, The Red was born. It wasn’t intended to be perfect, initially born to be a container and little more. It was born angry. Selfish and ruthless and kind and humanely diverse. It was born with no expectation than an inherently fulfilled purpose, and yet it quickly proven that it’s traits were its own. It was intelligent, creative - if restrained. It was logical and pragmatic. The flaws were not failures, since it was made with no plan. Oblivious to it’s nature, The Red became an older figure for the other two to look up to. It was not kind, nor comfortable with the care it obviously felt, but it protected and stepped in. It’s flaws didn’t bring guilt or shame, and it’s strengths didn’t bring reminders of all the strengths lacked. Born without expectation of perfection, it quickly became the closes The Monochrome had to an equal. The Monochrome, claimed unbiased, found it’s favourite.
The Monochrome existed in a pleasant stasis, allowing it’s creations to interact with something from across the beyond. It had never known such conversation was possible before the creation, and as such suspected that the interaction was only possible because of the creations. Because of the change, the companionship, the excellence. And things felt good. In fact, they had never felt better.
Then the occurrence with The Yellow occurred. The Monochrome had solved a problem by developing a greater one. The Red got it to see sense, luckily, but the mistake did not get forgotten. Nor should it, of course. They deserved a better leader. It was reckless to try to change such a flaw, but The Monochrome had felt impulsive. Responsible for such flaws. It was an attempt to solve a situation, but it only deepened the scars corroding The Yellow. They were lucky to have been corrected so soon. They should not have had to be lucky.
The Yellow was so distressed. Did it truly think The Monochrome would kill it? It seemed like more proof of childishness at first, quick escalation in intensity. But the fact that it would be genuinely believed at all… The Monochrome was intended to be unbiased, it couldn’t allow care to outweigh action. But, looking back with the knowledge of how ignorant The Monochrome could be, it was indicative of far worse.
When The Red died, The Monochrome wanted to as well. But such a display of emotion would have contrasted everything. Stoicism assists in remaining unbiased. One must be willing to do what needs to be done. One must be willing to do what is needed, and they cannot allow desire for love or family or connection to get in the way.
