As he went to do so, time seemed to grind to a halt. Your conscious was still moving at its penal pace, but everything around you, including your own motions, seemed greatly slowed. A broken silhouette of a being appeared from the chip, huddled on his knees. When he spoke, it sounded as if a male and female voice spoke in complete harmony "I am entropy's pinnacle, the shadow of the Light. What will you say, oh bearer mine? How shall you sing my fate?"