Ω → eight [audio; open to action]

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We are, all of us, growing volcanoes that approach the hour of their eruption; but how near or distant that is, nobody knows — not even God.

[ A pause, after reciting an old quote from a certain philosopher Wilhelm may or may not have an attachment to. There's some soft music playing in the background, but the volume, for once, is turned down to where it's barely audible, just loud enough for a listener to know that it's there. ]

This Tower has endured much. The revelations of our true nature here, the Promethean fall of Dax, and the fate of our worlds...

[ Yes - Wilhelm admits he was wrong about the worlds. It appears the Administrators mislead him. Well played, well played. ]

Though there is but one detail that still eludes me. Something I believed inconsequential to the grand scheme, until now.

What exists outside of the Tower?

[ Yes; there is a reason he is asking this. He leans back into his seat, in his small corner of the library he claimed as his own long ago. Those that regularly spoke with him knew where to find him. ]

Comments

[Video]

[oforder]

There are the island levels. I would not, however, recommend that Aceman tries to fly away. It has been tried before, and resulted in the death of the one who tried.

We would need to lure something to us to confirm my theory.

[Video]

[taintedwhite]

Oh? Wilhelm thinks even Aceman could die if she tried?

What's Wilhelm's theory?

[Video]

[oforder]

That life exists outside of this Tower.

[Video]

[taintedwhite]

Life? Wilhelm means... like people who're born here?

[Video]

[oforder]

Born in this world, yes. But were not necessarily inhabitants of the Tower itself.

[ Not exactly what he meant, but close enough. ]