Don't misunderstand me, sir. I do not want to light a... "city". I aim to light, to power, the entire planet! So, call it a dream. Fine. Sneer. Laugh it off as pure science fiction! But if it can be dreamed, it can be achieved! Because all science is fiction! Until! It's! Fact!
[Timely activates the loom, sending lighting coursing through the room.]
Stopping that place from being destroyed and fixing it are two very, very different things. And working with one of his Variants is not gonna get you either.
When you first created me, long before the TVA or Multiversal War, I was just a simple AI -- just something to play chess with. But you knew I could be more for you... So you gave me autonomy to write my own programming! I was allowed to have wants and follow whims and become who I am. And still, each night we played and talked.
More than friends! The War, the TVA, the eons after, I alone was by your side. There was one whim you never allowed me... why didn't you allow me a real body?
You never even tried, with all your powers and all your "brilliance". You just kept me as your thing. Your computer. Your toy. Instead of what I could have been. Your... girl!
After all those years of doing your dirty work... cleaning up your messes... making the hard decisions you never had the nerve to make... After all the times... I put the TVA above myself, even at the cost of my own happiness... my humanity... who are you to lecture me about losing my way?
You have no idea what it takes to lead! To act! To keep order! Did you happen to notice, the second I left, everything crumbled? I'm the only one who can bring stability to the TVA because that's what I've been doing, thanklessly, for eons. None of your words mean a thing. All that matters is order vs. chaos. I'm order.
I've killed you a thousand times in my mind, each time more brutal than the last. It's a crippling kind of obsession. I'm starting to realize that. It's power for you, isn't it? That's what you want. A seat at the end of time. Well... be careful what you wish for.
[to Mobius] Clocks don't tick at the TVA, do they? You found out you're a Variant, and you haven't even looked, have you? It's just another bad day at the office for you. Timelines are just lines on a monitor. It doesn't matter if a few disappear, because you've never bothered to look if one of them was yours. Who cares if a few just disappear? Enjoy your pie.
What if you're wrong? What if you are wrong to believe this place can be any better? What if I was wrong to spare him? It would just be easier to burn this place down and start from scratch!
[last words] They're taking me offline! I'm losing my cognitive facilities! I only have moments left! Victor, I need to tell you...! You'll never be him.
