So he waited. A foolish attempt to say his big news...
This was unfair.
Or maybe it was just fate that decided this.
This cruelty surrounding him.
Small Rock Of Light couldn't comprehend.
Maybe it was a system failure on his part.
Or maybe it was a punishment for being so...
Mean ?..
What other words could be used ?
Hypocrite, cold, shameless, horrible,..
All those words indeed described how he was.
They described him the best.
It was his fault.
After years since the Ancients ascended.
After for years they were left in their cans.
They had finally found a solution.
A solution, an answer to all of this.
Yes, an answer on how to ascend, about The Great Problem.
Such great news, big ones even.
Not even the seniors of them could have had such a find.
He was the first to do such a discovery.
He needed to tell the others !
To tell them about this answer for there problem !
To say it to the world !..
But this world wasn't a fair one.
It had betrayed him the moment he started isolating himself.
He had been way distant, so distant in reality.
So much things had happened to everyone he knew.
And no one to speak or ask about it.
All were doomed, his discovery did not matter anymore.
He was the reason this happened wasn't he ?
He had left everyone for his research on this ascending problem.
He had left everything for this single needed answer.
He had ignored their calls for him.
He had ignored their warnings.
He had ignored all of it.
Until it was to late.
Until his fall happened.
What a tragedy.
All of his research and the true ending, the answer !
For nothing.
All of it was useless.
He had fallen.
He did all of this to tell no one.
All of the local group was destroyed.
Or was it ?
Was the local group really doomed ?
He had in reality no way of knowing.
He had lost all communication ability.
Oh he could speak !
But he had no way of having contact with others.
He had lost all communication access to the tower.
He couldn't broadcast anything either way in his shape.
He was to damaged.
Why didn't he listen to them ?
They were trying to contact him so hard for them to be disposed easily by his faint ignorance.
He didn't listen to all they say at that time.
At that time they were a nuisance for him.
... How much does he regret now.
How much would he do to turn back time to change this outcome.
How much he would like to exchange his work for them to talk to him again.
But would he really have been able to do it ?
He had made it, yes.
He had created this horrible fate against him.
He had lost everything for this single problem.
He had lost all his friends turned family.
He had annihilated it all.
He had done all of this out of free will.
He had left the local group for this.
He now regret it.
His can had fallen from some kind of earthquake.
All the walls holding his can had betrayed him.
Just like how he betrayed his local group...
His can was destroyed.
Water had flowed inside of it.
The rocks who used to be holding his mechanical roof had fallen.
Here he was now.
On this weirdly created island from his roof.
His can opened apart to let the rain and vape he creates to fall on top of him.
His robotic arm holding him crushed under the walls and water.
He had nothing but his broken puppet self.
His own self on this island, stuck with no way in or out than by the broken roof.
And yet it still would be impossible to enter his can.
All possible way to enter were underwater.
Not a lot of creature knew how to swim and breath so far down.
So he was truly trapped.
Alone on this piece of rock from his roof.
His attached mechanical arm blocked under walls.
He was utterly trapped, with no exit except the ones submerged.
Not like he could have left if he had wished.
He was attached to his can and would die if he tried to take himself off his iron string.
Though maybe it wasn't such a bad idea for how he was looking.
His state was so miserable right now.
His cloth that he wore was torn off of him in his fall.
His wires exposed, a sensible thing, to be seen for all.
At the very least they were made to resist the water, a wish made by the Ancients.
It was a great thing indeed but right now he wished it would just end his misery.
He had lost everything and he was starting to lose his mind more and more.
He was damaged in a way that the neurons he had couldn't help him a lot.
But he stayed.
He stayed on his piece of land.
His neurons floating slowly above him.
He stayed for a foolish hope.
A foolish hope to hear the broadcast of one of them.
Indeed it was foolish of him to think they would try any contact.
He had been an horrible being to them.
It was in reality hopeless for any of this.
But he was foolish.
Foolish to wait for as long as he could.
His discovery, a news needed to be said to them.
So he would wait.
Even though he would probably have no way to tell them.
So maybe one day he could tell his big news.
And for that...
He waited.
Small Rock Of Light would wait an endless cycle for now.
For he was an iterator who had once a goal.
An iterator who had done the impossible.
An iterator who had not heard and left their local group.
An iterator who had fallen.
An iterator now broken and useless in their puppet body.
Yes, iterators had a role to do.
To help with the ascension of their creators.
And he had done his part.
So now he would wait.
For his new goal was a foolish hope from the created loneliness and endless cycles going around them.
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Random prompt : Your character has big news but no one to tell it to.
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