"What's the matter, Tiro?"
The robotic voice vibrates across the void. It came from the new and improved skynet, AI that manages all of Tiro's system.
"Nothing really, it's just..."
He looks around the void. Reached with higher dimensional cardial breaches, geometry in this place is alien, and the concepts of time and space are convoluted. One would lose track of their own existence while inside.
"I did so much, and in the end it all pilled up to nothing. What did the Beach King do that had any lasting impacts? What did i do that had any lasting impacts?" A genuine question.
"Does it matter? At least you had fun, correct?"
"...i guess you are right. I wonder how the people down there are going."
"Tiro, may i ask a question?"
"Sure, not like we have anything better to do."
"Why... why did you go here?"
"It was the next logical step. We are basically gods, and i have spoken with ""gods"" that are even above us with Pataphysics. Eventually, you get too powerful, everything turns meaniless. My memories being alive, my split personality, all of that? Meaniless, as soon as i gained more powers, it was solved before i realized. I was glad to be back to normal, but my entire persona of Beach King, a persona so deeply integrated with me that it changed my Origin, was just gone in less than a instant. Soon i realized that i was unbeatable, except by those who gained powers just like me. The world bellow got boring, so of course i moved up. I want to find the trill i first felt when the Beach King first came, and i'm not getting it down there."
The AI softly chuckles.
"I understand. It seems you had it quite hard. Although, speaking of Pataphysics, you have been rendered capable of exchanging letters with that higher being since you came here, right? What will you do with it?"
"I'll destroy it."
"But why?" Even the AI is slighty taken by surprise.
"It's too much. I feel that, whatever kind of miracles i can accomplish with it... are just not worth the risk. After i do it, we'll ascend again, to a brand new world."
"...will you not at least exchange one last letter with it?"
"Sigh, alright."
Tiro sits down on his chair and writes his letter in the patatype writter. It spells "Any last words of wisdow?"
1 second later, the letter is warped, forming a new message.
The real Reforged Ideals, were the friends we made along the way.
"...Son of a bitch."
