dont you think about what the point is? if there are so many other universes out there and theres gotta be countless whats the point of yours? like what does it matter if the bomb worked and the terons are all dead in your universe they dont even exist
Of course it still matters. I assume there are countless people who live in your universe, who are affected by the choices of others, by which way the pendulum swings in war. It’s your home, isn’t it? Just because you’re detached from it doesn’t mean that events aren't still unfolding, and that it doesn’t matter.
[Markus can’t subscribe to that idea, can’t put aside his own agenda in Detroit as something that loses meaning just because there are multiple universes in existence. He can’t.]
[It takes some digesting to puzzle out his own reaction to those words. Maybe it does matter what happens to his own universe within the bounds of it and to those countless billions alive both on Earth and Mars' colonies, but how much can it reflect on him personally, if at all?
He's felt unmoored from his home before. It's somehow much worse here, in New Amsterdam. At least within the constraints of his agreement with the military there was a tiny fractal sliver of hope.]
guess ill go to you next time im feelin pessimistic about all this shit
[Whether or not that's sarcasm, Markus is frustratingly the kind of person that wants to view a fractal of hope in all things; that includes being a bothersome pinprick of light in the face of dreary nihilism.
But he knows a withdrawal when he sees it. He supposes there's no point in pursuing it for now.]
I always have time for a text message or two, pessimism or otherwise. Don't hesitate if you want to say hi.
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Barring that, aren’t you at least curious?
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a lot of weird shit
dont you think about what the point is? if there are so many other universes out there
and theres gotta be countless
whats the point of yours? like what does it matter if the bomb worked
and the terons are all dead
in your universe they dont even exist
[Sinking into existentialism here.]
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[Markus can’t subscribe to that idea, can’t put aside his own agenda in Detroit as something that loses meaning just because there are multiple universes in existence. He can’t.]
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He's felt unmoored from his home before. It's somehow much worse here, in New Amsterdam. At least within the constraints of his agreement with the military there was a tiny fractal sliver of hope.]
guess ill go to you next time im feelin pessimistic about all this shit
[Time to exit the topic.]
good luck healing and whatever
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But he knows a withdrawal when he sees it. He supposes there's no point in pursuing it for now.]
I always have time for a text message or two, pessimism or otherwise. Don't hesitate if you want to say hi.
[See? Stubbornly helpful.]
Thanks for the chat.