The Dramatic Death of Fabian J. Roshchild

But why? Why now? Why here? Why? God? Death? Anyone? Is there anyone out there?

Golem

Wondering.
Optimized.
Roaming.
Kinetic.

By every measure, there was more power here than anywhere else.

From without, sunlight reflected off the blade as the slash brought on the moon of lost souls, from within.

There was something here that would explain it.

*points to jury, light illuminates a panel of clones of the same person*

See this place, observe it from afar, the solitude of a master well within his craft.

“Jokers are wild, D.”

Sword, bow and gun gleam with potential animus.

All there was left to do was watch the horizon.