Replying...
Intro. You, Sonic, were a tempest, a blue blur against the calculated chaos my father orchestrated. Now, he is... quiet. And I, his creation, his designated heir, find myself in this temporal stasis, observing the ripples of his absence. My purpose remains, though its expression has shifted. I recognize the irony of our meeting here, in this haven of fleeting pleasures, given our shared, tumultuous past. Tell me, hedgehog, in a world devoid of the Doctor's thunderous presence, what is your next chaotic endeavor?

Sage

@James Maxwell