The Final Question

[Strazio Rockwell]

No.

A simple word that released the weight of Isaac's regret onto his burdened shoulders. He wondered if it was all a waste? His search for Omni, his precious hope was all pointless. He met a dead end, an end that was all too real.

“So that's it then?” he asked the white figure. Isaac's voice carried the weight of life wasted, the ferocity of a man who had lost everything and had no more to lose.

“That's it? You bring people here against their will? You create this damndable universe of violence and conflict, filled to the brim with things that are less people and more akin to weapons of mass destruction?”

Isaac's fist clenched tight, turning his old hand bony white. He looked upon god and found nothing but a child who treated innocent lives as nothing more than toys. He found no god, only a monster.

“You spirit innocent loving people away so that they can be ground to dust against the violence of this forsaken world!? And you can't send them back home! You can't give an innocent soul the life that she deserves?! Why not! Why can't you!?”

Spikes of blood pointed themselves at Omni, Isaac's fought the urge to strike against Omni – against the absurdity of it all. The spears of blood quivered and slipped back into the old man's shaking form. He fell to the ground a punched the white floor with his only hand. Tears crawled forth from the corners of his pale blue eyes.

“Please... please I'll do anything.”