I am not afraid of death, I had already lived through it. Like a phoenix, I was reborn from my ashes. But what is life and death if you are just a simulation, a program in a computer? Is it still worth fighting?
They want my help because they fear death. The extinction, the nothing. I saw nothing, I fought it face to face. These fools don't even know what nothing really is.
Can I help you? What should i do what should i do
I dont know.
They call me the fire lizard.

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So I think I am. Who said that? Unimportant. What is important? Madness matters. I'm amazing What do I care if this world isn't real, it's real to me. Absorb, must absorb. Whoever wants to be powerful has to let suffer.
I am the Games World, I am everything. Without nothingness, a new age will dawn, the age of madness. All become a part of me.

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Ishi Dalnex explored the buildings of the destroyed city. It was a leftover virus that had been forgotten that was now looking for a home for itself and its appendage Riot Hell.
Everyone avoided the "dark city" as it was called.
So this should be a good place to wait until the riot is over. What was it that destroyed this city? The war?
She didn't know and she didn't care as long as she was left alone.
Wasn't there a building suitable as a shelter here?

She stepped over some rubble and then noticed the person standing in the street.

"Uh, hello."

No reaction. Actually, she didn't like that anyone else was here, she immediately felt a burning hatred. Couldn't the guy be elsewhere?

She went up to him and wanted to shoo him away when she noticed that something was wrong with him.
He didn't move, his whole body was frozen.
She tried to look under the pitch-dark hood, but couldn't see anything.
Had the man fallen asleep while standing?
She felt an uncomfortable feeling around him, as if something bad was going out of him, like sweat pouring out of him.
She pulled herself together and turned her back on him. Ishi had to keep looking. When she wanted to leave, however, she felt herself touching something, not physically but in the spirit, in the deepest underground of her programming. She saw several things from her life go by in her mind's eye, not a near-death experience, but as if someone were rewinding a tape and seeing everything in fragments.

She looked carefully over her shoulder. The man was still standing normally, he hadn't moved. She rebuked herself for being so stupid and scared, that didn't suit her at all, then she walked away.
And when she was long gone, a white sickle grin lit up under the hood.