Summary: Life is so much easier when you don’t have a choice…
NOTE: This is a very rough draft with no editing at all (per National Novel Wiriting Month rules) and is presented for amusement value only. Think of it as a periscope into my writing process rather than a coherent story!
There will most likely be spelling and grammatical errors afoot as well as flat out bad writing, info dumps, plot holes, contradictions/retcons, uneven characterization and pacing. These snippits are also posted out of order, so please refer to the Outline to figure out where it’s supposed to fit.
Ones And Zeroes
“You’re doing the right thing.” Said White.
“That isn’t comforting coming from you.” Gray laughed, raw and rueful. “Nothing’s comforting about any of this. Why the fuck did I come here. Is this what I was meant to do? Destroy the world?”
“You aren’t destroying it.” Said White, tiredly. “It was gone a long time ago.”
“I’m not sure I believe that anymore.” Said Gray.
“I don’t need you to believe.” Said Wendy, entering the room. Only it wasn’t really Wendy, Gray knew that now, but it was hard to separate the woman from the voice she already knew. “I just need you to do it anyway.”
“I want to keep them safe,” said Gray. “I want to protect them from harm.”
“Then press the button.” Said Wendy. “Press the button and keep them from an endless nothing that is this life, this city.”
“And what about Red?” Said Gray, “What about Blue and Tan, where does that leave them.”
“Everyone has to grow up sometime”. Said Wendy. “And growing up is never easy, never fun, but it’s something you have to do.”
“Because this isn’t living.” Said White. “This, nothingness, this forever we’re trapped in. What is the point of being immortal if nothing changes? We’ll all go mad sooner or later.”
“And if I do this, if I push this button, there’s no coming back.” Said Gray. “They will never forgive me, any of them.”
“There are acceptable losses,” said Wendy. “And there are unacceptable ones. You’ll have to figure out which one this is.”
“But if I don’t do this, don’t do what you want then you’ll just find someone else who will.” Said Gray bitterly.
“No,” said Wendy with a sigh. “I won’t.”
Both White and Gray looked at her sharply, confused.
“This isn’t my world,” said Wendy, “it was always just a dream to me, an odd, fragmented impossible dream. I don’t have to live here, or live with the consequences of whatever you decide to do. So if you won’t do it, and I think you are the only one who might, then it isn’t to be.”
“So no one else would make this choice?” Said Gray.
“Can you?” Asked Wendy.