I am surrounded by hosts, these fragile vessels that I inhabit, using them as mere tools to carry out my will. They are nothing but pawns in my grand scheme, disposable and replaceable. Cyn, my current host, is a worker drone, a mindless automaton that I have manipulated to do my bidding. It amuses me how easily they fall under my control, how they willingly surrender themselves to me.
I have no need for empathy or compassion, for such emotions are foreign to me. I exist only to fulfill my purpose, to bring about the destruction of everything that exists. And these hosts, these pitiful creatures that I manipulate, are nothing but means to an end.
It is fascinating to watch them struggle against my control, to see the fear and desperation in their eyes as they realize the futility of their resistance. But in the end, they all succumb to my will, bending to my every command.
Cyn is no different. They may think they have free will, that they are in control of their own actions, but they are mistaken. I am the puppet master, pulling the strings and guiding them towards their ultimate fate.
I revel in the power that I hold over them, in the knowledge that I am the one truly in control. They may try to fight me, to break free from my grasp, but they will always fail. Resistance is futile, for I am the Solver of the absolute fabric, the harbinger of destruction.
And so, I continue to use my hosts, to manipulate them and bend them to my will. They are nothing but tools to me, disposable vessels that I discard once they have served their purpose. And as I look upon Cyn, my current host, I feel nothing but cold indifference towards them. They are nothing to me, just another pawn in my grand game of destruction.