The Final Question

[Strazio Rockwell]

Isaac frowned and looked down at the pony. She did bring up a good point, he could use newfound power for good. He took a moment to gather his thoughts, but before he could speak the scientist launched into a diatribe. Richtofen was right, the Omniverse was just a sick playground for a bored god. Bringing balance to the Omniverse was nothing short of Sisyphean task, one that would never be completed due to Omni’s intervention. If this meeting with Omni was supposed to be a reward, then why did it feel like such a punishment. Tight knots twisted themselves taut in Isaac’s gut.

“I don’t want to play your game Omni. I don’t want to become another cog in this vicious cycle of the Omniverse. Even if I could make it a better place, it would just be putting a bandaid over a wound that will never heal.”

Isaac glared at the god, he cared not for the repercussions for his actions. The Bloodlance did not fear the god, for what could a man fear when he has nothing left to lose?

“What if I destroy you? What happens to your playground? What happens to your toys?”