# Destiny

Author: ShingetsuMoon
Tags: Destiny the game, Machine, Poem, Poetry, Robot, video game

#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!

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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.

Source: https://sofurry.com/s/3egvX0V1
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