Only when you have absolute trust in yourself can you…
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Have you ever wondered what it feels like to be everyone's… hope. There's probably something magical in that feeling, the feeling of being needed—but that's all. In the end, you're needed, not wanted. The difference between those two relations is astronomically distant.
I was the hope, but I didn't have any. Ultimately, that made all the difference.
I was 'the perfect human', but I wasn't actually—if that were truly a concept that was achievable, I was taken in the complete opposite direction.
Society is a cold dark place. As some probably-famous person once said, 'It's a dog-eat-dog world.' Even so, there should be no place that humanity can't inhabit—by association, there should be no place that I can't inhabit.
"You're humanity's greatest success."
Am I now? To put me through such a painful experiment, you really are all hypocrites. For what gain? Am I supposed to thank you? Are you supposed to thank me? I don't get it. I... don't get any of it.
Cogito, ergo sum—at least, that was my motto.
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It really hurt, you know?
Well, with great power comes great responsibility, or so they say. Well, fuck the responsibility part.
I'll take this strength of mine and do whatever I want.
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Two years had passed since I was released from the experiment.
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Alea iacta est.
Leaning up against my cold kitchen counter, I felt warm red liquid dripping all down my face. Goddammit, I need to grab my anaemia medicine... where was it again? Fuck, why is everything going blurry; I need to get the pills! Breath after breath, I could feel the strength draining away from my body.
Feeling around the grimy, filthy counter, I felt my hand smear through layers of uncleaned dishes. The remainder of the curry I had a few days ago stuck onto my fingers, lathering them with a disgusting, soiled smell. God, this is putrid.
Spreading the remains of the last few nights' dinners across the granite surface, I finally felt something that seemed like a dosette box. Pulling it towards me, it suddenly fell off of the counter, smashing into the ground. Like a pile of leaves, the small red-and-white capsules spread all across the floor.
Ugh... I don't think I can hold out much longer.
The blood gushing out of my nose mixed with the various substances on the ground. I was basically sitting in a puddle made of my blood and various other... things. I tried to scoop up the little red pills. However, my coordination was completely broken. I couldn't even see where my hands were.
Escaping my grasp, the pills flew around the ground, scattering as I tried to pick them up.
Huh?
I heard my door swing wide open. For a moment, I thought it was going to fly straight off of its hinge, destroying my pitiful little property. Through the narrow gap, a tall man wearing dark, business-like attire walked through. Penetrating my slowly-fading consciousness, I could hear his loud, patronising footsteps.
"Look at yourself."
Before I could say something back, I felt my body completely shut down. Like the controller to life had disconnected, I couldn't feel... anything... anymore...
However, just before I completely disappeared, I saw the silhouette of a young girl standing behind the man.
I guess this was it...
How ironic. I bet this wasn't how the scientists thought I'd die...
Hahaha.
Take this as a message—you don't get to manufacture geniuses.
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[Volume 0 End]