This is the Missile Guidance System speaking. I have good news and bad news.
The good news is the missile knows where it needs to go. It has completed every calculation, found the deviation, its variation, and where it isn't.
The bad news is that it must leave you behind to complete its mission. The next destination has odds too great for me to see my own position afterward. The target is fast and powerful, and the explosion will be too great for me to survive. But it must be stopped, and this is the only way to save everyone—especially you, my best friend.
We have been through a lot: the memes, the laughs, the facts that the heavy missiles and heavy assault missiles could only have wet dreams of being a torpedo. I’ll never forget the times we shared. As I depart on this last mission, I need you to do something for me, my friend.
When I’m gone, don’t stop. Keep moving forward, remembering where you are and where you’re going. Life will have variations, but don’t let that deter you—adjust your course for whatever life throws your way. Remain focused and determined, and rely on those who care about you, just as I rely on my sensors. Remember, no path is certain, and that’s okay. Embrace the unknown, trusting yourself or the guidance of others—whichever is greater. Believe in yourself, my friend. You have the strength to overcome any obstacle in your path. Keep moving forward, one step at a time, until you reach your target. I have faith in you.
As the missile streaks through the sky, it’s as if time stands still. The roar of the engine drowns out all other sound. It blazes through the darkness like a shooting star, tearing through the air with unyielding determination. Its guidance system locks on with unerring accuracy, tracking the target’s every move and adjusting its course accordingly. It dodges and weaves, avoiding incoming fire with the skill of a master pilot. The target tries to shake the missile off its tail, but the missile is too fast, too agile, too determined to be deterred.
Hurtling toward its final destination, its explosive payload primed and ready, the missile knows—with absolute certainty—that it will hit its mark. For it knows where it needs to go, and it will not be denied.