Cherissime amis! Behold, Shwe Tu Colony/World Machine, the paracosm of a spoiled brat, taking everything, sparing nothing, mingling the childhood incroyable with the angst of a teen lad.
Current status: "Honing one’s abilities through rivalry… no, through strife, to attain the best answer. Repeating that, and evolving into a much more wonderful being. I think that’s something to be affirmed. No—that’s a natural desire all living beings hold. But it all makes me sad. If stagnation equals death, and it’s all living being’s fate to bite at each other and kill… Then I want to escape…"The summer grass is getting in the way
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