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<strong>Peter</strong> <strong>Watts</strong> 40 <strong>The</strong> <strong>Island</strong><br />
mistake."<br />
Our numbers were right. An hour doesn't pass when I don't<br />
check them again. <strong>The</strong> <strong>Island</strong> just had— enemies, I guess.<br />
Victims, anyway.<br />
I was right about one thing, though. That fucker was smart. To<br />
see us coming, to figure out how to talk to us; to use us as a<br />
weapon, to turn a threat to its very existence into a, a…<br />
I guess flyswatter is as good a word as any.<br />
"Maybe there was a war," I mumble. "Maybe it wanted the real<br />
estate. Or maybe it was just some— family squabble."<br />
"Maybe didn't know," Dix suggests. "Maybe thought those<br />
coordinates were empty."<br />
Why would you think that, I wonder. Why would you even care?<br />
And then it dawns on me: he doesn't, not about the <strong>Island</strong>,<br />
anyway. No more than he ever did. He's not inventing these rosy<br />
alternatives for himself.<br />
My son is trying to comfort me.<br />
I don't need to be coddled, though. I was a fool: I let myself<br />
believe in life without conflict, in sentience without sin. For a little<br />
while I dwelt in a dream world where life was unselfish and<br />
unmanipulative, where every living thing did not struggle to exist<br />
at the expense of other life. I deified that which I could not<br />
understand, when in the end it was all too easily understood.<br />
But I'm better now.<br />
It's over: another build, another benchmark, another<br />
irreplaceable slice of life that brings our task no closer to<br />
completion. It doesn't matter how successful we are. It doesn't<br />
matter how well we do our job. Mission accomplished is a<br />
meaningless phrase on Eriophora, an ironic oxymoron at best.<br />
<strong>The</strong>re may one day be failure, but there is no finish line. We go on<br />
forever, crawling across the universe like ants, dragging your<br />
goddamned superhighway behind us.<br />
I still have so much to learn.<br />
At least my son is here to teach me.