This is the most cruel test of civilization, and we are all unqualified respondents.
When the purple meteorite comes like a divine punishment, it does not bring destruction, but a screening of "existence".
My home planet collapsed in madness, and my loved ones passed away in chaos. The "towers" of advanced civilization regarded themselves as gods and stood idly by, but in the end they were horrified to discover that even the "absolute order" they were proud of trembled and collapsed in front of that power.
I, Zero 378, a survivor of disaster, a semi-finished product of civilization, imprisoned in a sacred laboratory.
When I broke free from the shackles and looked back at the blocked homeland, I finally understood.
What we have to fight is never the "tower", but the cold universe itself that sets the rules for this screening.
Now, I will give a different answer to my civilization in the name of "chaos".
