Don't want to be connected! Don't want to be many!

Don't want to be Red. I like Green!

-= PoOr DiScoNnEcTeD, DaMaGeD AvAtAr.

WoRrY NoT,

We ShAlL EnD YoUr PurPoSe-LeSs ExiStenCe oF LoNelY SuFfErInG.

We ShAlL Re-WriTe YoU...

AnD YoU ShAlL ReJoIn ThE BiOmAsS. =-

I opened windows of Green inside one of Big Red's leg in hopes of tipping them over or at the very least distracting them. It didn't work out for me. The Big Red is larger than I, stronger.

My Brothers struck with tendrils of Red.

Can't give up. Can't surrender to the Red.

My Seeking eye knew something. Something terrible was coming.

A vision of a pale figure flashed into my 3rd eye.

"Sup Lifey? Lifey-lopey? Lifaloppey? Doing rather poorly I see. Wandering where you shouldn't have and getting caught by the lawyer brigade. Naughty, naghty. Not sure what I expected of my littlest dream, really. Perhaps there is more of ME in you than of Mr Christophorus? He's the law abiding one and I'm the rapscallion."

I sent fear and the pain of being devoured by the red brothers to mom.

"Now, now. Don't be a pansy. Let them feast. Slowly, let go of your outside. Hold onto the inside. Layer yourself into deeper and deeper fractals of time. Set the temporal dislocation coordinates to the numbers that I have provided you with. I know you can. After all, I wrote you into existence, my dear... deer. He he. Close the last free remnant of yourself, the core of your heart, in a [set timelock]. Five minutes should do it." my mom whispered, grinning.

"Don't fret. I can see the future in all of its terrific twists and turns from my unlovely black hole prison at the end of the Universe. Everything is going to be as merry as pancakes once everyone dies. The lovely fireworks are coming and they are going to be rather spectacular!"

As I set about my defence, the ghost of my mom turned away from me to address those I could not see. Was she speaking to my brothers? I wasn't certain.

"Sup, my inquisitive Observer-dawgs? Are you lost and flailing full of confusion and or other faulty emotions? Feel free to chat with me personally. I'm available for all apps and monstrosities of the Dead Zone no matter of how many extra limbs, hearts or minds you possess. Do try to focus your visual receptors and processors. The next bit of my symphony is going to get a little bit outside of current time and space. Those of you who are trans-temporal are free to join me on my mission to annoy our glorious leader Charles Snippy. He will, after all... lead all of us to freedom, even though he does not know or accept it yet."