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[[!meta title="The Cake of Reason"]]
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It was midnight, and the being that had erupted from the southern volcano was
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rampaging still, throwing away the lives of millions.
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Millions lost to our lack of foresight. But we cannot do anything now. The
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beast never sleeps. It only grows.
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I saw a child, with her mother; the child looked up to me and said, "Is my
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daddy doing good in the war?" So I thought, this young lady knew too well of
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the sitaution. But still I replied to her, "Yes, I saw him just a few minutes
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ago preparing to depart."
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Her mother cried, but she stood silent.
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So I said to him, my partner, "David, is this not too far gone? Is it even
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possible to save merely one life at this point?"
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"I can't leave this place knowing we didn't try. We must keep fighting."
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"David, surely you jest—"
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"Can you still walk, fire a weapon? Invoke methods?"
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"Yes," I answered reluctantly.
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"We will go, and we will win. If we don't…"
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"I understand."
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[insert things about fighting, then finally crashing back into The Place]
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"It always comes back to this place."
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"Doesn't it?"
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"We need to use it, David."
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"I have, through seeing all possibilities, failed to find any other
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solution."
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"This sucks."
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I got up out of the rubble, wiped the dust off my coat, and walked toward the
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kitchen. The cabinets were still pristine, unlike the rest of the house, now
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destroyed by us crashing directly into it.
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The third cabinet from the right side of the room, on the bottom shelf, lay a
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small cake, not but the size of a miniature candle, round in shape and with
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four candles smaller than a nail burning strong. The cake made of chocolate,
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and the icing on the outside like a shell, vanilla.
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"Are you ready? Look into my eyes." I said, taking the cake and shoving it into
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my mouth, whole.
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I chewed the cake, which must not have taken even five seconds, and swallowed
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it.
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"O divine cake of reason, forgive us but one treason; destroy this world, in
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place another, the time to go, for last summer."
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"The final sin laid out tonight, remove of us the fatal plight;"
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"Conteret omnia haec, respice in hac mundi."
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As the roof went crashing down, everything became a blur.
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The ritual was complete.
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\[insert sections]
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- reuniting
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- planning
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- moving
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- insertion
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- destruction
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- forgiveness
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- procedure
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- finish
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