I was disappointed at BIONICLE's ending.
I don't think I'm alone in this opinion. I disliked a lot of things about the ending of BIONICLE, but when Makuta got hit in the back of the head by an asteroid, I couldn't help but stop reading. "Not like this," I thought. "There has to be a better way to end it."
I still believe that, although I don't know if this is the actual better way. I make no claims to being anything close to a good writer, and there's things here that are bound to anger some people or just not make sense to them. I get that. But I also want to put out an alternate take on the ending, something that I could point to as a sort of example as to something I'd like to see.
Some work and retcons had to be done, including most of 2009. I tried doing something different with the characters (specifically the 2009 ones. I thought they were pretty bland myself. I can't say that what I did with them is the way it should have gone, but we'll see). For those keeping up, I'll make a list of all the retcons I made to the canon and post it with each new chapter's release in the Review Topic.
This isn't the be-all end-all "How BIONICLE Should Have Ended" story. But this is how I personally would have ended it. I hope you enjoy.
“Are you awake?”
The voice seemed to echo strangely through the being's head. Slowly, his eyes opened, the world flickering to life before him for the first time. In front of him, a strange figure stood, gesturing at several floating screens that hovered above the stone slab he laid upon.
“My name is Kapura,” the figure said. “Are you awake? Can you...oh, hold on.”
He pressed what appeared to be a hexagonal tile on one of the screens, and the being felt a small, motorized whir at the bottom of his throat.
“There, you should be able to talk,” Kapura said. “Can you understand me? Can you say anything?”
The being looked blank for a minute, then jerked his head up to look at Kapura. “Query understood. Status confirmed. Awaiting directive. Standing by.”
“I'm sorry about this,” Kapura said apologetically. “You're still...I'm still working on you. You're not complete. But you will be, don't worry. We need you.”
He stepped to the side and waved his hand out to a window, one that the being hadn't noticed before. Outside, a lush and green mountain range lay right across from the laboratory they were in.
Alongside the slope, a towering metal frame had been built from monstorous curved iron beams. Hundreds of workers scuttled to and fro from the stone buildings to the frame, shuttling sheets of metal and other assorted machinery for construction.
“This world...our world. It's dying. We've made too many mistakes and now we're paying the price. This entire world will soon be destroyed.” He paused.
“But we have a plan. A great plan. And you...you're at the center of it. We're counting on you to rebuild it for us. Your purpose, your destiny, is to unite the pieces of this world together. We're building that, over there...” he stopped, and waved again at the construct.
“All of that. We're building it for you. See that iron frame? That will be your body. You will be given the greatest power the world has ever seen, and you will rule over the inhabitants inside it. Like a spirit. A great spirit. That is your prime directive. You must use that power to complete your duty and your destiny.”
A green light flashed across the being's eyes. “Prime directive received.”
“The others...” Kapura lowered his voice. “My…colleagues. They believe that you won't be anything more. That you'll just exist as emotionless automatons. But I don't think so.”
“I wrote the programs myself, you know? I modeled them after us. I want you to do more than just what we tell you too. I want you to create. I want you to learn. I want you to feel. To live. I think you're all capable of doing it.”
He looked up again, as if he was afraid someone would hear him.
“The others...they told me that I shouldn't give you that option. They said they wanted workers. No tricks, no risks. But I was on the verge of creating something even they couldn't think of. A new race. A new sentient race of biomechanical beings. And I did it, too. You just need some time.”
More waving and more typing. The screens blinked in and out, the machines whirring as if they were trying their hardest to keep up.
“I'm sorry for rambling...you won't believe how hard it is. A race comprised entirely of scientists and no one wants to conduct the ultimate experiment. But that's why I'm spending so much time working on you. You'll be the proof.”
He hit a switch and the being felt the power ebb out of his body. His head laid back down to rest on the slab.
“We're counting on you. Remember that. You will be our savior. Your name will be revered and remembered by all. Our Great Spirit.”
The being's eyes blinked into darkness. The voice of Kapura grew fainter as it faded away, his last words barely registering.
“Our Great Spirit...Makuta.”
Edited by Kahi, Apr 28 2014 - 05:06 PM.