i wrote this knowing jack shit about sonic but that never stopped me before.
45 seconds left.
44 seconds left.
Thirty-nine seconds left and it's all over. The day will be all over. I outlasted, I outlived, I flat out won.
And now I'm dying... And I'm so happy.
Antoine, I'm soooo happy. Can you hear me? See me? I don't know what happens to people when they die. Heaven or hell? Reincarnation? Or start over?
I'll never know.
Here I am, 20 seconds to go, talking to myself, smiling, grinning, laughing, talking to someone who died 75 years ago. He's not replying.
He hates me.
I know they all hate me for what I've done in five days. Hating me in heaven and in hell. Sonic is. Antoine is. Robotnik is. Miles is.
The truth is, I couldn't live like this. I knew lots of people. Some loved life, some hated it.
I am not life.
Every death is an shutdown. Rebirth is an upgrade. The way it goes, I'll never die.
Unless I can stop it.
Relax, let autopilot take over. If you programmed it right, anything could happen. Start an operation, a program, with a simple bracket.
End one with another.
I'm running toward the balcony now, with technology taking over. Close my eyes. Jump. Look down as I plummet from the skyrise and I see cars, people, and concrete death from below.
No, fuck that.
Concrete life. Concrete life. Concrete life.
Maybe a few hundred feet to go. Maybe I'll enjoy the silence.
"Oh my god..."
"What is that?"
"Oh my gosh!"
I'm coming, Antoine.