Another day, another day to think. Where had his life gone, from being a respected member of society to a thief, the lowest drudge in the world? Where had his morals gone on wishing to protect the world and it’s people to becoming a thief to those people? Crawling along the ledge of Castle Apartments and up level by level, Syrius’ mind wandered as his fingers found purchase here and there on the hard surface of the building. These questions to himself and begun to spring up again and again in his mind as the days wore on in this small city. Today on his agenda, he was searching for some clues to where a particular robber had disappeared to in the city he now called his home for temporarily. At The Detective’s request, of course. As his skillset included this sort of searching, he had volunteered to head up the side of a small skyscraper and find out if anyone unusual had come into the building recently. Taking his pleasant time, Syrius took short breaks in his treacherous and stealthy mission up the side of the building to think, his legs hanging over the ledge nonchalantly.
Deciding to pause on another break, he grunted as he pulled himself over probably the one and a half dozenth ledge to sit on the narrow concrete ledge, looking down hundreds of feet below at the busy road. Nobody suspected he was up here because nobody bothered to ever look up. That and it was evening so the sun lowered and shadows deepened as he crawled about like a spider would. Chuckling at the thought, Syrius decided to answer his own question. Or try to at least...
Pulling up older memories, he thought of how his life had begun. Why he had chosen to work for people like the US Military and the CIA, to throw his life into the hands of bureaucrats and snobby gits alike? Because he had wanted to serve his people and possibly the world. How naive he had been then... Such a way of life only led to corruption, to backstabbing and a world of constant treachery. The honorable ways of helping the world now only were careers in the Peace Corp and other such organizations. The comics, books and movies of his youth were all sadly false. Nobody believed in honor anymore, in just saving the world... Maybe because in many people’s eyes, there wasn’t anything to save it from.
Remembering how he had idolized his hero’s of then such as fictional hero’s like Commander Shepard of the Mass Effect games and books, or Aragorn of the Lord of the Rings series, Syrius shook his head in puzzlement. Such a young perspective, to think he could maybe follow in their steps. To put everything forth to protect those of the world and sacrifice everything for them... That was not the case in real life. If you were to sacrifice your life, it wasn’t to some truly noble cause. It was because of money, politics, power... Not to simply save people or preserve justice, peace and prosperity. Not even survival like in Mass Effect... The world never had had such a threat before. Not even with the Cold War, where the threat of nuclear war was always there. Even then, it had been for power, both political and militarily.
If only Commander Shepard actually existed, Syrius could ask him so many questions. What should he do? Why was he doing this? Why had he given everything for people like the Council, those greedy bastards of the Mass Effect universe... But he was fictional. Despite having been created by Syrius in his imagination through Bioware’s ingenius construction of the game, it was basically a reflection of his own soul. As had millions of other people who had played the game, they all created their own Shepards and controlled him or her. Had led his destiny through his or her own morals... Syrius had ensured he was the ultimate good guy. To be the savior of the galaxy from the Reapers. Maybe that, better then anything else, showed who Syrius was. And compared to his present self, Syrius knew what he did was wrong. He had never wanted to be a thief, yet when he had finally tried to become noble and reveal corruption and to solve it, he had been branded a outlaw, treasonous by his own country. He had not even published those files he had taken all those years ago... Yet he still was now a traitor to his country. To the cause of the United States of America.
Eyes focused again as his daydreaming ended for a moment, Syrius looked about the city that had been his home for the past few months. How he hated it... It brought up so many questions he never wanted to consider, yet he knew he must at some point in his life. He didn’t know the answers, nor did anyone else he suspected. Who could answer the complicated questions of the universe like morality? Nobody. Except yourself... And it’s answer varied by person. So in short, he was screwed when it came to answering this question. Shrugging to himself, Syrius took a deep breath and turned in place, grabbing onto a crack nearby and hauling himself up. Time to begin his trek up the skyscraper again that was this apartment complex. He needed to get to the top floor where he had heard rumors that this newcomer and decided to take as his home. As he’d rather not be seen by security cameras, this was the way he went. Besides, it was a challenge and challenges always helped him get motivated to do something. Whether stupid or worthwhile, he would get the job done this way. Gritting his teeth as he hanged from one arm a moment and swung his way up another few feet to a hard-to-reach ledge, Syrius cursed and grunted his way up the side of the building to his future. Maybe he could set some wrongs right and help others... No more thievery. Just help others. Maybe that would give life worthwhile purpose again... Who knew? He’d find out after all... No more questions needed.
Deciding to pause on another break, he grunted as he pulled himself over probably the one and a half dozenth ledge to sit on the narrow concrete ledge, looking down hundreds of feet below at the busy road. Nobody suspected he was up here because nobody bothered to ever look up. That and it was evening so the sun lowered and shadows deepened as he crawled about like a spider would. Chuckling at the thought, Syrius decided to answer his own question. Or try to at least...
Pulling up older memories, he thought of how his life had begun. Why he had chosen to work for people like the US Military and the CIA, to throw his life into the hands of bureaucrats and snobby gits alike? Because he had wanted to serve his people and possibly the world. How naive he had been then... Such a way of life only led to corruption, to backstabbing and a world of constant treachery. The honorable ways of helping the world now only were careers in the Peace Corp and other such organizations. The comics, books and movies of his youth were all sadly false. Nobody believed in honor anymore, in just saving the world... Maybe because in many people’s eyes, there wasn’t anything to save it from.
Remembering how he had idolized his hero’s of then such as fictional hero’s like Commander Shepard of the Mass Effect games and books, or Aragorn of the Lord of the Rings series, Syrius shook his head in puzzlement. Such a young perspective, to think he could maybe follow in their steps. To put everything forth to protect those of the world and sacrifice everything for them... That was not the case in real life. If you were to sacrifice your life, it wasn’t to some truly noble cause. It was because of money, politics, power... Not to simply save people or preserve justice, peace and prosperity. Not even survival like in Mass Effect... The world never had had such a threat before. Not even with the Cold War, where the threat of nuclear war was always there. Even then, it had been for power, both political and militarily.
If only Commander Shepard actually existed, Syrius could ask him so many questions. What should he do? Why was he doing this? Why had he given everything for people like the Council, those greedy bastards of the Mass Effect universe... But he was fictional. Despite having been created by Syrius in his imagination through Bioware’s ingenius construction of the game, it was basically a reflection of his own soul. As had millions of other people who had played the game, they all created their own Shepards and controlled him or her. Had led his destiny through his or her own morals... Syrius had ensured he was the ultimate good guy. To be the savior of the galaxy from the Reapers. Maybe that, better then anything else, showed who Syrius was. And compared to his present self, Syrius knew what he did was wrong. He had never wanted to be a thief, yet when he had finally tried to become noble and reveal corruption and to solve it, he had been branded a outlaw, treasonous by his own country. He had not even published those files he had taken all those years ago... Yet he still was now a traitor to his country. To the cause of the United States of America.
Eyes focused again as his daydreaming ended for a moment, Syrius looked about the city that had been his home for the past few months. How he hated it... It brought up so many questions he never wanted to consider, yet he knew he must at some point in his life. He didn’t know the answers, nor did anyone else he suspected. Who could answer the complicated questions of the universe like morality? Nobody. Except yourself... And it’s answer varied by person. So in short, he was screwed when it came to answering this question. Shrugging to himself, Syrius took a deep breath and turned in place, grabbing onto a crack nearby and hauling himself up. Time to begin his trek up the skyscraper again that was this apartment complex. He needed to get to the top floor where he had heard rumors that this newcomer and decided to take as his home. As he’d rather not be seen by security cameras, this was the way he went. Besides, it was a challenge and challenges always helped him get motivated to do something. Whether stupid or worthwhile, he would get the job done this way. Gritting his teeth as he hanged from one arm a moment and swung his way up another few feet to a hard-to-reach ledge, Syrius cursed and grunted his way up the side of the building to his future. Maybe he could set some wrongs right and help others... No more thievery. Just help others. Maybe that would give life worthwhile purpose again... Who knew? He’d find out after all... No more questions needed.
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