[Casimir doesn’t need to wait a day for a reply. He doesn’t need to wait more than a minute, when the laptop screen flickers red and the text is wiped clean, swallowed by the ghost in the machine.
Letters appear, one by one. They’re scrambled at first, Elias chewing on the pontification in a deliberately irreverent test. Soon, the letters assemble themselves, marching out to reveal a cunning and incisive response from the boy God.]
i want to win because i want to destroy her and all shes done
i want the rest of her power for me and when we win i get that power my friends get that power and we will own this world and fix all the wrongs that happened to it
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Letters appear, one by one. They’re scrambled at first, Elias chewing on the pontification in a deliberately irreverent test. Soon, the letters assemble themselves, marching out to reveal a cunning and incisive response from the boy God.]
i want to win because i want to destroy her and all shes done
i want the rest of her power for me
and when we win
i get that power
my friends get that power
and we will own this world
and fix all the wrongs that happened to it