The End is Nigh

-Pruit Igoe & Memories in the Stratosphere

The end is nigh. He didn't tell you why i am here, the reason i evolved to Rudy Rubinstein. Everything Rubinstein done is to make that one night right so the end could not become nigh. Nothing really matters to that nights effects on mebut still i am trying to get the redemption of that night maybe the most unspoken thing called the absolution. Free will was and is an illusion. History repeats itself mostly but the secret ingridient is humanity. But if you research enough you will find the cataclysm called ideology and philosophy. The source of cataclysm was always the ideas of a human being. Why should it matter to this situation we are having right now? The decisions are meaningless or lessthen nothing. If we believe the theory of ''Multiverse'' we can clearly say that in a universe that Rubinstein exists, i am nowhere to be found. The secret of universe is unknown to mankind. We must cut out the disase but i cannot findthe disase, i cannot explain it, i do not know it's name. Maybe i am searching the wrong idea, wrong universe, wrong people, maybe i am making the decision that is not real. Maybe there is a universe that i wasn't born or other one thati didn't study history even didn't get the chance that made me learn things. I feel like i have tangled in time, in peoples life, in a loop. Maybe some versions of me are more intelligent, more emotional, more purposeful, more rich,more poor, maybe a slave, maybe killed. Again if we believe in multiverse theories we can clearly say we have endless earths, one that we made a choice and one that we didn't. Maybe that is the secret of universe. But in the end maybethere is a version of me that people find quite charming and memorable. I still have the fear of being forgotten, maybe i am losing my sanity because of that fear.

-Looking in to Abyss

Once him and i looked in to the abyss but he blinked, maybe i blinked too. We always talked about philosophy, purposes. Billions of options that we can give our lifetime to research, learn, observe. I believe that some questions are meant to be left answerless, you or anyone else should not or do not ask them. There are so many secrets, too much uncertainty. If we try to get those answers or those information or knowledge we can destroy the earth that we call original one or earth prime or even earth 1. The Einstein-Rosen Bridge will not save us in the meantime. But what if? The question of ''What If?'' is the most destructive question that any kind of being can ask. The question is so powerful that destroy every single thing. Let me tell you a story, forget about everything i said or say. Let me give you my shoes and let us have a walk. You know i have seen things you people wouldn't believe. Attack ships on fireof Shoulder of Orion, i watched Portuga's Navy to bombard the Pergasuska, i watched Raiden to kill Radoslav, i gave advices to Grigori Suslov and Stilyan Stalingrad,still i find his name funny. I made bad jokes to Frost, i gave somemoney to Sergei for his army exams. I carried Ardanov to Andropol. I give the medical help to Sindareth to live long enough to kill the Emperor. I gave the permisson to make Ruudgrad in Kashmir. Maybe i wrote the Journals. Maybe i had some fake smiles and fake laughs. Lies are the delision of humanity. Death was the only thing kept me alive. I do not have the fear of death but i still carry the fear of being a memory,forgotten,abondoned. Maybe he was my onlybrother or even my brother in-arms. The general is loosing the ground, the soldiers are trying to find the reason to keep fighthing, Afrazeabad is searching the meaning of this endless quest of Rubinstein. After a while when weaponsgot silenced, the flowers of Zarathustra's Temple started to grow, the Bandit died on the snow one final time but i, i watched Afrazeabad's grief. Even today i still do not know why the city cried. But when everything was dark me andhim looked the abyss and i think, i blinked. After that he told me one single sentence;-The end is nigh.

-The Visitors from the Sky

The arrival to earth of these visitors was like a smoke of my cigar, the feeling of being relieved, the poison that makes you chill to your spine. I somehow remember their first impression, cold but calculative, standing their ground but watching every single move around them. They carried a sort of matrix. They were speaking a language that we have no capability of understand. To make a logical assumption, my thoughts were irrational but i thought the same thingas Frost, the end was nigh. They showed us some futures of ourselves but my biggest enemy and only friend insisted;

-Is there any possibility of my delision of free will ends? Is the end nigh?

The visitors of above said nothing but i can sense their answer,they were thinking that my friends thougts are ambitions and the ambitions are irrelevant. These visitors are still a big question mark in my mind. My mortal ideas of lifewere shattered by this visitors. I do not rememeber their names, spicies or even the world or universe they came from. But the lights of Afrazeabad were down throughout that night.

 ''May be the fire of the pits in the mountains left their ground'' i said. The last thing i remember of that night was somebody screamed;

-The dream is collapsing.

-Deep End

The dark ages are coming to the end. Their Iron Dome is starting to crumble, the Army is collapsing. Afrazeabad's facilities are getting down, The Dutchman is hoisting the anchor. Does it really matter? Maybe the other endings of the Afrazeabad are quite charming. City will become ruins of an ancient past. Bandit's body is still laying on the snow, Zarathustra's flames are going out. The pathetic end of Rubinstein's Legacy or should i say my legacy is nigh. While i am going straightly down, you should really know, i used to rumble in the jungle, i created cities, legacies, peace through tyranny and the most important or even impressive one is i loved someone, someone very special to me, someonevery important to me, she is the only reason to not to say

 ''It doesn't matter.''.

 My point of view was doomed even before the start of my story, my legacy. But i must be better then this, deep down Rubinstein is a good person but deepdown maybe i am not. I always stick to the rules i created and without them, my ambitions, my fears terorrizes me. After all what would you be without me Rubinstein? But trust in me my friend, my brother in-arms. As you say;

The end is nigh.