You play as a philosophical and literal zombie at the whims of gods who don't care. One of them is even funny.
I don't think in the 30 following years of FPS's we've come close to what Durandal and Infinity have done. The genre built upon power fantasies put you in the shoes of an enhanced human, a perfect killing machine, yet our actions are minimazed in the face of much superior opponents and literal reality-warping mechanisms. The power fantasy is dismantled and replaced by abstraction, upon which the Cyborg is a tool, and not even at all times fully aware of who is his master.
I don't think in the 30 following years of FPS's we've come close to what Durandal and Infinity have done. The genre built upon power fantasies put you in the shoes of an enhanced human, a perfect killing machine, yet our actions are minimazed in the face of much superior opponents and literal reality-warping mechanisms. The power fantasy is dismantled and replaced by abstraction, upon which the Cyborg is a tool, and not even at all times fully aware of who is his master.