You turned around and found a barely living Psycho Mantis propped up in the corner. A pool of blood surrounded him.Aeternus sent another telepathic message to Solaris and the Architects.
"There appear to be survivors in Formosa... we have a hope of rebuilding that realm at least. Unfortunately, Shagohod lives. We may be away a while longer."
He looked to Ahrakas.
"I leave this up to you... whether we investigate Shagohod now... or try to alert your intelligence people of the situation."
Then he addressed the survivor(?) in the back of the room.
"Thank you. Did you see... what happened here before we arrived?"
I can read people's minds. In my lifetime I have read the pasts, presents, and futures of thousands upon thousands of men and women.
He tore his gasmask off to reveal a badly burned and disfigured face.
And each mind that I peered into was stuffed with the same single object of obsession. That selfish and atavistic desire to pass on one's seed... it was enough to make me sick. Every living thing in these realities exists to mindlessly pass on their DNA. We're designed that way. And that's why there is war. But you... you are different... You're the same as us. We have no past, no future. We live in the moment. That's our only purpose. Humans weren't designed to bring each other happiness. From the moment we're thrown into this world, we're fated to bring each other nothing but pain and misery. The first person who's mind I dove into was my father's. I saw nothing but disgust and hatred for me in his heart. My mother died in childbirth... and he despised me for it... I thought my father was going to kill me.
That's when my future disappeared. I lost my past as well. When I came to, the village was engulfed in flames...