The Final Question

[Gamzee Makara]

I...Do not know how best to process this exchange of events. My mind is still reeling from the mere presence of this ancient being.

This is Omni.

I want so very hard to believe that there is some science at work here, like that of the observatory I explored, but alas... My mind could not comprehend this reality, cannot comprehend that there may actually be a supernatural explanation for all of this. Up until now, I have been simply trying to ignore anything that my own thought process could not derive a logical explanation for. But this, the reality of standing in this room with this god and his omnipotence is almost as maddening as my own tormentors.

From this standpoint, the goblin is almost as insane as I am. I would not be surprised to hear him babbling to nonexistent voices.

Grobdum.

That was this creature's name. Goblins and Orcs are driven by a tribal warlike society, and that is all this beast has ever known. But what happens when an animal acts beyond his instincts? What happens when a mindless monster decides to think for himself? I step lightly, eyes always on the blank canvas of Omni. I cannot tell if he is looking back at me or not. Eventually, I find myself standing in front of Grobdum. I do not know why I was drawn to him, and I do not know why I felt compelled to have words with him.

Perhaps it is because I see a soldier in him. A German soldier boy, drafted into the Nazi army at the age of eighteen, forced to learn how to fight, how to kill. Forced to enjoy it and to revel in the pain of others. And this boy continued to enjoy it when his scientific knowledge was discovered by his superiors, and as he was sent to study as a Doctor and a Scientist. He continued to enjoy his experimentations, his tests, the pain he inflicted on others in the name of science. But what if that boy didn't want to be a monster, a deranged man with no morals, no hope for redemption or mercy or remorse or-

Perhaps I see a different path for him. Perhaps I see him learning more than his life of murder and sadism. Or perhaps not. Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps. Perhaps this creature is doomed to his life of violence.

Up until now, Blitz has been completely silent. But at this exact moment, he pipes in with his usual call.

"Pikachu!"

Silly little creature. The sound startles the goblin. He looks up from his sitting position.

"You do not have to go back to war, Grobdum. You will become a Prime. You could do whatever you wanted. You could study magic for the benefit of others. Or yourself, if you would rather. Do you like war, Grobdum? Do you like fighting and killing and being hurt?

My tone is level and even, with no hint of anything. I try to speak simply, as I truly do not know the extent of his intelligence. I did not have many dealings with him in our expedition. Perhaps nothing I say will reach his ears. Perhaps his knowledge is too limited to understand what I am going to offer him.