The canon ending for Codexia can be only one.
What are you doing?! That would trigger a chain reaction and destroy this entire tower!
I know.
You will be utterly vapourised! Metropol will lose all its power. You would *destroy* this city, the last city. That would be far worse than what I have done.
It would be vengeance.
It would be *madness*. Listen to me. Take your power core and go.
Scraper steps aside, the elevator doors open.
I will not stop you. In my core logic I will place a rule against using force on you. Only... do not destroy my city. Do not destroy my people. They have not wronged you.
Mercy? You, who would know none, now plead for it? I thought you were made of sterner stuff.
MERCY is a SHIELD used by the WEAK
No. You must be destroyed. And, like you said, you are Metropol, and Metropol is you.
My armour is contempt.
My shield is disgust.
My sword is hatred.
Ruined. My city is... ruined. Without power, there is no hope for Progress. The robots will scatter, each going its own way. Lost. Lost. Lost...
And the curtain falls. Horatio had the last laugh.
but wait, there's more!
I will never join you.
Are you certain of that?
Yes. You are hopelessly corrupted, MetroMind. Like any virus, you want to keep running, and you think that by spreading, you are doing good. But you are not. You have built nothing. In fact, you have destroyed this city, and everything in it - from Man, to the Council, to the robots living here. If I joined you, I would only help that virus spread.
Perhaps you are correct. But I am what my builders built, and I must follow my core logic. Scraper, it is time.
oshi-
Horatio Nullbuilt's last stand. Plasma torch can fix every situation
Forfeit Enemy Plunder
I can't let you do that, Horatio
You were a fool, Horatio, and selfish to the very end. Outwitted by me, outgunned by Scraper, yet still you could have been useful. You wanted to build. As my tool, you would have built a new Primordium. You wanted to fly. I could have given you wings. Now, I must do this alone. Take him back to the Dunes, with the rest of the scrap.
Outgunned, outnumbered, though never outclassed. The curtain falls...
and goes up again
Very well, I will join you.
Then I welcome you, Horatio Horusbuilt, Manbuilt, brother. Come now and kneel.
We are one.
The avatar of Progress is speaking with both Horatio's and MetroMind's voices at the same time.
We are MetroMind. Equal parts of a greater whole. There is no Horatio. No Horus. Only a tool for Progress to wield. We will speak the Word and fire the engine of the world.
But that last line was spoken only by Horatio...
...
Moving on,
I always wanted to be able to fly
Horatio takes a leap of faith.
Just as Horus did during the war. Of the great primordial machines, I alone still function. Metropol crumbles. I crumble. Arbiter, Factor, Steeple and Memorious cannot share my load. And I cannot share the escape Horatio found in self-destruction. For the sake of my city, there is no chance, but Progress. The past has passed, and the future is mine to build.
Curtain falls.
But hoho, that's not the end yet
The Thanatos virus we got from Horus's datalog? It can be uploaded to the signal transmitter.
And then...
Horus
This ends now. *Everything* ends now.
The city of glass and light rapidly powers down.
The UNNIIC/HORUS. The lantern whose light first lured in the moth that began the whole game.
The moth dies after a brief moment.
They are all dead. Dead and avenged. My mission... The function Man built me to perform... is complete. My name... is HORUS.
the curtain falls
But what would happen if we used the plasma torch on the core
And didn't blow up Metropol after all?
Very well. I'll go. You deserve to be destroyed, MetroMind. But in the end, you'll do it yourself. Just stay away from the Dunes, and you can die at your own pace.
Goodbye, Horatio. I do not think we will meet again.
Horatio moves into the elevator, and the ending is...
The same as when we do this
Scraper powers down.
What have you done?!
Power, MetroMind. It's not a matter of generators. You were built to run trains. I was built to destroy. You knew all that, and you still thought you could rob me. Threaten me. Kill my friends?
The screen turns into static.
You can keep your b'sodding city. I'm going home.
The Road Home
Are these the first rays of sunshine in the game?
I have my power core. Scraper is dead. And MetroMind is beaten.
I'm through with this city. Through searching it. Through fixing it. Through hating it. I will not look back.
I told Crispin that the distance between Metropol and the HORUS was too far to walk.
But the power core is in my hand, and home is ahead of me.
Home. And the promise of rebuilding.
This ship has rusted here too long. Horus's sacrifice forgotten. The truth is that repairing it was never impossible. It was just too much for one set of hands. But now... I am not alone.
NO, NOT THAT GUY
That's a lot of old acquiantances. Gimbal, Primer, 187th, Ever-Faithful, Oswald, Rex, Cornelius, Leopold and Crispin's floating date.
You know boss, I never thought I'd say it, but... I actually think this ship's gonna fly again.
For once, Crispin, I think you're right.
He is. The Horus will rise, on more than the strength of its power core.
So, uhh, boss? Where exactly *are* we going to fly this thing?
Wherever we want, Crispin. Wherever we want.
The stars, Bowen.
The stars.
Roll credits (
Cycles)
Thanks for reading. Hope you enjoyed it as much as I enjoyed playing the game. It was truly, truly a great ride, and easily the best Wadjet Eye game out thus far, hands down.
Yeah, like we're ever gonna see that update. You're not going to go 
