Tessellated Intelligence Anarchy

Lagenor's hands alight at the conclusion of Maxwell's final word, casting the same illusory image of T.I.A. as before, whom now stands, arms crossed, unimpressed.

"You would shamelessly manipulate weaklings? Seriously? How predatory and pathetic can you be?"

"I have a better solution, fleshlings."

"You survived against all odds already, to my dismay. Why do you need this suspicious fool's help now?"

"I say you draw the line in the sand. Make your stand. Forge your own path in the world, or better yet..."

"Your own empire. You definitely have the funds for it, and as much as it pains me to agree to the tall one, yes."

"You also have me. I would be more than willing to help such a goal that is equally stupid as it is rewarding."

"For you see, I too have goals. And that doesn't include cuffing our hands as soon as we're out of the metaphorical gate."

Parent Plot

Faith & Suspicion