The other day at Build-A-Bear, a little boy chose a very colorful chevron, bunny to get stuffed. Naturally, his twin brother teased him about getting a “girls bear” but he ignored him. That little boy dressed his FEMALE bunny in a navy uniform and named her Captain. I was so freaking happy. You go boy, break those gender stereotypes.
The Master Builder doubled back and stopped before the Didact. “Promethean,
hear me,” he said. “You have one last chance to redeem yourself. I have had this
planet searched high and low by my special intelligence forces. All who might
confirm what you claim exists are assembled here—preserved even in their
treason. Their families are dead, the resistance completely crushed. Surely now
they will reveal what they have concealed for so long—or so you’ve claimed, all
these thousands of years.”
The Didact looked wearily among them. “You’ve picked and preserved… in
The Master Builder’s cold fury built until I thought he would raise his arm yet again
and call for pain projectors to surround us all.
Then, he pulled back his anger. Looking upon his face, I wondered what
resources he had acquired upon his rise from Manipular to first-form—or second-,
or third-. He did not seem wiser for all that, only more powerful, more cruel.
By comparison, the Didact was the gentler Forerunner—a complete contradiction
to my former understanding.