#the lich just sees bmo and decides after a hundred years of this little funky guy rambling on to adopt him

[icanttypo]

Thinking about the implications of EP 8, Jerry, a little too much. The idea that death without life is meaningless and life without death is terrifying. The concept of technology and ai surviving far beyond our mortal human existence, and the loneliness and confusion that stems from not being confined to time.

The idea of a bloodthirsty being, such as the Lich, getting absolutely everything he could dream of: all life eradicated in an instant, only to realize that he has nothing left to do for the rest of eternity. The idea of being the only other being in existence, made of metal and wire, and being forced to grapple with why YOU survived. Out of everything in the universe, the trees, the grass, the animals, the people, YOU are all that's left. You and Jerry.

To be in the room with the being that killed all life, and the one being you can't kill. Sure, maybe it'd be easy. You just need to hit them hard enough, and they'd be gone. Forever.

But then what's left?

You. Alone. You'd be the only tree left to fall in the forest, unable to make a sound. You can cut yourself down, but what, then? What. Then.

You see this creature made of electricity and love, talk about the world like it's still there. And for a moment, it makes you believe that you still have a purpose. To have one last person walking around in the fossilized forest is enough, because maybe, if they're lucky, they'd find an axe and cut you down. Maybe you wouldn't know if you could make a sound...

But they would.