human
Father:  "Once I’m dead, you’ll know for the first time what I was and what you are."
gpt
Son:  "What, Father?" the young man asked, stunned by his father’s sudden declaration at the dinner table. He paused while bringing a spoonful of soup to his mouth. "What’s this all about? Why are you talking about dying?"
human
Father:  "You’ll know soon enough." His father answered dismissively. "This world has a way of balancing the books to make up for how things were altered. One person’s salvation means another’s downfall, and one country’s glory ensures another’s decline. Ultimately, it will all converge on a future that’s not so different from how it should have been."
gpt
Son:  The son opened his mouth to inquire further.
human
Father:  "Stay quiet and just listen to me. Anyway, won’t shooting for that convergence mean we wind up with a future that’s totally immutable? This present that we’re in now, the one that was so far in the future for the people of the ancient past, is still being altered. Humans will keep challenging themselves for all eternity—so long as those orbs exist."
gpt
Son:  "Orbs?"
human
Father:  "They possess a terrible power and keep sticking pins in the world. With every new prick, the world is dismantled and forced to reconstruct itself based on washed-up memories. It must be profoundly agonizing for the world. And we are the only ones who know of that pain." The young man didn’t interrupt his father’s story. He stayed silent, as an odd feeling settled over the room. "The world cannot tolerate its memory being overwritten forever. But what it will truly become unable to suffer is us. In the end, we are mere mortals. Our minds are fragile. Our lot is to be used as tools and cast aside… No, we are eternal slaves who are never allowed to be thrown away." His voice took on a resentful tone. He wasn’t shouting, but his words shook with a deep fury. The father was swift to rein in that anger before his son. And as he stared at his child, he went on. "The world is waiting for one last straw. That which will undo all the interventions and restore it to its original shape." There was an emptiness in his eyes as he whispered the words. Then he dropped his gaze to his knees. "But that won’t happen in my lifetime." Heavy despair showed through in that pronouncement.