Destiny
#21 of National Poetry Writing Month
This poem is inspired by the upcoming video game Destiny! Not only does it look amazing but one of the species you can play as is known as the Exo. Self-aware machines that have been rebooted and in the process lost their memories and forgotten their original purpose.
Not only does the concept art look awesome but I loved the idea of being able to actually play as a machine instead of having them as the enemy. That's how this poem came about. There isn't much known about the Exo right now so I tried to make the poem more questioning and ambiguous.
Enjoy!
Sinister. Merciless. Powerful. Tireless. Machine.
What is our purpose? Why were we created? Who is it that rebooted us? Who turned us back on leaving us to wander without memories or a reason for our existence?
Was it humans? The Awoken? Was it The Traveler who maintains its silent protective watch over Earth's final city?
Was it someone else with reasons we have yet to understand?
Were we mankind's friends? Or their enemies?
Did we extend civilization out into the stars together?
Or did we stand on opposite sides of a conflict only they remember?
The Exo have no mercy for the weak. No patience for those who cannot keep up.
Our purpose may be lost but we shall forge a new one underneath the protection of The Traveler. We shall protect Earth and defend The City with our lives.
We do not owe mankind anything. We do not owe the earth anything. We owe nothing to anyone but The Traveler. The one who saw fit to save us alongside the final remnants of intelligent life on this planet.
The cities humans built on planets floating among the vastness of space are their concern not ours.
The military bases they left abandoned are no concern of ours.
The families who died there mean nothing to a machine such as the Exo.
But if they die and the last of civilization on this planet falls... then surely the Exo will fall alongside them.
One cannot expect to remain unaffected when death comes knocking at the door.
So for that reason I will fight as one of Earth's Guardians until the last of the great cities built during the Golden Age are ours once again.
I may not remember the reason for my creation so I must stay alive until I do even if I must ally myself with these weaker organics in order to do so.
Sinister. Merciless. Powerful. Tireless. Machine.
I will do whatever it takes to stay alive.