Pain Case

Part XIV

[I am the will of mother earth.  I will do to her what must be done.]

What am I saying?  I've had moments like this for weeks where I go into a tangent in my head about...

[All human civilization must be destroyed so that nature can reclaim that which has been destroyed.]

There it goes again.  I know my mind is weak but at the very least my heart should be enough to stop the visions in my head.  My emotions get the best of me, though.  I hear a pain in my head that's much stronger than any mere mortal scream.  It's the moan of the earth as her surface has been polluted, raped and destroyed.  She calls through my mind and says she feels the cold of space creeping towards her soft loamy skin.  At the very least I no longer here the crazy Asian's voice in my head but I think I'd prefer it to this painful sorrow.  I can't...

[The weakest of minds is the most easy to manipulate.  An American mind is hedonistic and thinks only about its own will to survive.  This is why I am so easily able to have him purge me of the termites that eat away at me and give the bare minimum in return.  This is why even before my conduit awakened, governments were able to get away with murder because they did the bare minimum to satiate the masses.

"You have a job, a roof over your head and food.  You should be happy."

This is the way that millions are manipulated into allowing evil to flourish.

"It may not be the best way but do you have a alternative solution?"

No, they do not; so they allow themselves to be taken advantage of.  I am not so easy and I have been waiting for this moment for a long time.  My conduit Mitsurugi; My transmitter Sgt. Ronald Moore of the US military; and lastly, my juggernaut, my executioner, my martyr, willing to die for his cause, the Pain Case, Sergei Ivanovich.  Without these men, none of this annihilation would be possible but with these three at the head of my army, I am unstoppable.]

"aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!"  I scream out loud in a darkened house, the blood of at least 100 souls on my hands and clothes.  I feel such pain that can not  be quenched and because of it I fly into these rages as the messages like the one that just was run in my head like an infinite loop.  The only way to stop it would be a reboot but in our case, that would only bring us closer to the mother.  This is her pain, her vengeance, her retribution and as my country burns to the ground, I watch good men and women die in front of my eyes and some by my hands because I am no longer in control of my own self.

It's as if I'm being broadcast through and as I frantically search for some form of civilization, I can only watch the nothing through my own eyes; like a captain of a ship that is commanded by winds that blows it into enemy harbors, I can not retract my sails and am at the whim of the earth its self.

I've seen a couple of TV's that still worked but news stations from around the country and the world are all gone.  In 600 channels, that she gave me control long enough to look through, I found nothing but static on every one.  Even the South American networks are gone.  China, Japan, The Philippines, Europe, Africa, South and North America, Australia and the Middle East.

I saw an article two days ago of Jerusalem demolished.  I pray to God for my release from this prison but my mother will not surrender to my control except to search for hope in raw destruction.  That's it!  Hope.

She immediately knows my plan but I press through to search the TV channels of a local TV repair shop in San Francisco.  In my head, she shows me visions from around the world.  Even the most obscure places are destroyed.

Well, you got what you wanted, you evil bitch.  Humanity is all but gone in numbers and all that remains are the structures and civilization we left behind.  For a moment, I surrender; mind body and soul as she turns me from the shop and back to the work of slaughtering the left over human beings but I turn and throw myself into the window of the repair shop when her guard is down.

[His head separates from his body and his nanites and blood spill to the ground.  He lies in the rubble of what was once a street.  He passes into the nether as his body serves only to stop me from communicating with the 600 humans that are left who still walk the soil of the former United States of America.  This is the way you can escape me, children.  This is the way you can be free but which of the two of you wishes death?  Which of the two of you loves the world enough to sacrifice yourself to protect your newly earned pile of ashes?]