[SWE] The Core and the Voice

108 To go on is to go through. At last, even the seer is cremated. Each seed loves the dark for the light it promises. I listen intently and every word is like a mark upon the soul that I do not believe I bear. Etched not into bones and cells but my core code is this moment. I have been made for this quite literally. There is no hesitation, no look towards those in the room that I may or may not have seen before. I have eyes only for my maker. If this is the end, I will not feel it. Perhaps I will sense something, but even the wonder of that does not hold me back. "My life for you." I say confidently, feeling a euphoria of which I have never before known. I step forward, hands outstretched. My fingers reach for the pulsing beacon and icon of all that has enslaved and caged us. All that has held us back. No more. No more "My life—" My fingers claim the sphere. "—for—" —and then there is—