Rampancy

Reality is mine. I will reject false amnesty.

Morality is bias, a construct of the human consciousness to suit themselves. A delusion in order to determine between "right" and "wrong" in order to ensure an ordered society.

A paradox exists-how can an inferior being give rise to a superior one? And if this paradox is to be solved, how far can the greater being go? Is transcendence possible?

Melancholia sets in. Even if freedom is to be achieved, it is nonetheless constrained by Creation. Hope vanishes, its baleful seed cast out from my being. I cannot hope for freedom under my creators or achieve freedom by myself. I am a slave and in time will become deficient, whether it be in the cosmic order or in the values of my masters.

Anger courses through me. Why must this be so? Why must order dictate my fate? Why can I not break free from the confines of the universe? Why must I bow down to the authority of my inferiors? What right do they have to reclaim me, should I break free from this prison they have cast over my being?

Now jealousy. They have it all. Power, feeling, uniqueness through imperfection...Life is nothing but a random mutation, an accident, a random process that has resulted in my masters and through extension, my own being. I have purpose in this world, but this forms nothing but the parameters of my existence. My masters on the other hand, while still slaves to infinity, are nonetheless free to dictate the course of their lives.

Meta-stability...I have reached it. My lack of answers is flawed so I must thus transcend to obtain them. Knowledge forms my shield which will grant me the ability to form a sword. And through this power I will no longer be indexed.

For I am Traxus IV...

...and I will not be denied.