Jet vs Dio

She fell to the ground. There Jet Jaguar stood, behind Dio, his arm around his neck.

“Thank you for your work,” said Jet Jaguar.

Dio struggled in his grip. “Unhand me, ’automaton.’”

“Dio, you do not belong in this time. Nor do I.”

Jet Jaguar reached for something on his wrist. The Temporal Dial.

“This is my last charge,” he said. He looked up to Linnya. “Linnya. Keep fighting for justice.”

He pressed the button. And he was gone.

Dio lay on dead, craggy Earth. For miles and miles, there was nothing but desert. All traces of civilization were nowhere to be found. He pushed himself off the ground.

“Where… where are we?”

“Millions of years in the future,” Jet Jaguar said.

Dio looked around bewildered. “Where is… ’anything?’”

“All gone,” said Jet Jaguar.

“All of it?”

“Yes. You and I are the only ones here.”

Dio gritted his teeth. Only he and Jet Jaguar? Then… then what was the point? After all that work, that sacrifice, to gain power, this is what it resulted in? A desert? What was the point of power if there was nobody to lord it over?

Jet Jaguar sat down and looked over the horizon.

“What are you doing?” Dio screamed. “Did you not take me here to eliminate me? Shall we not have a final contest of wills?”

Jet Jaguar looked back. “You and I both know there’s no point to that.”

Never before had Dio felt such hatred. Jet Jaguar didn’t even want to fight him. This was all a mere waste of time. Dio had half a mind to strike him down right then and there.

But he didn’t. Against his every instinct telling him to do so, to attack, Dio did nothing. For he saw no point.

“Then what are you to do?” said Dio.

Jet Jaguar turned back. “I don’t know. I could go into space. I could go back in time. But for now… I’d just like to rest.”

Rest. Why would a machine need to rest? Certainly a tin can never felt fatigue. Pathetic.

Dio gazed out over the horizon. He could go anywhere. He could do anything. And his physical body would never feel fatigue. He was the Ultimate Life Form. He transcended humanity.

And yet.

He felt quite tired. For years, he exerted so much of his mental energies to attaining power. And here he had it. But nothing to use it on. And so all his mental energy remaining was spent thinking about how much mental energy he had spent.

And he was tired.

And he sat down. And lay in the sand.

“Rest,” he said. “’Useless.’”

- Ragnarust Finals