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Sol :: Part One :: Creation :: WIP |
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In the hustle and bustle of life, sometimes we forget that we are human. We have the ability to look at things and ask how or why? We have the ability to touch the lives of others. We can form relationships with people that could never be broken and just as easily sever ties to another. In this never slowing world we forget as humans to act humanly. We forget to do the things that make us what we are, Human. We forget to laugh, smile, cry, fall in love, break hearts... to create moments in life, be they good or bad. We forget to do the simple things in life that remind us that we are alive. Thanks to all the medical and technological advancement human DNA has morphed to such an extent that Humans are barely human at all. Sleep, food, and drink are no longer necessary to live.
It started out as a small pill. The pill was supposed to rid of hunger, need for sleep, and thirst all at once. Its soul use was for it to be used in times of war. It was a way to boost our soldiers and win wars easily. Three years after its creation it was released to the public in the form of a vaccine. I would like to think that if they had foreseen what would come from this they wouldn’t have released it to the masses, but honestly who knows. Maybe this was part of the plan the whole time. Anyway in the years to follow the generations born after the pills release were all born with a new strand of DNA. The government really ******** up. As one of them I assure you it’s not fun. The generation before us had the option to turn it off, us on the other hand, it comes naturally. Where our parents may desire food we do not. When our families settle down for a good night’s rest we sit awake, where our loved ones may feel pain, we cannot. We can’t feel emotion at all. As I speak of this, I know I should be expressing anger yet I feel nothing. Some view this as a gift, others view it as unjust.
The hardest part about it all is knowing that in certain situations I should feel certain emotions but I don’t. There are always those unanswered questions that keep popping up. What does anger feel like? What does hate feel like? What does Love feel like? Happiness? Sadness? All these unanswered questions that are impossible for me to get answers to. If I had the ability to feel frustration, times when these questions come up, would be one of the moments I would feel it. I’ve asked people of course but they couldn’t explain in a way that didn’t require the use of other feelings. Feeling is apparently the key to everything. Lucky me.
On my seventeenth birthday I was approached by an odd looking man. He was dressed in a suit with a fedora adorning his head, reminded me of someone from one of those old mafia movies. He handed me a slip of paper and promised my safety and told me to be at that address no later than the time written down. Then off he went. Opening the paper I found a set of directions and a time. Now most people would probably not bother with something that shady, however i'm not most people. Although commonsense was telling me to throw it away and forget about it I went anyway. Too many questions had popped into my mind and I needed answers.
When I arrived at the area the directions sent me to, I would be lying if I said it made sense. An old docking port, long abandoned. I wasn't the only one here either. Turns out several people got similar visits to my own. After standing around for a good fifteen minutes one of the mafia looking chaps appeared and instructed us to follow him. He led us around one of the buildings and into an old warehouse. It was dark and I could have sworn I felt something brush against my leg.
Eventually we came to a stop, and most of us were only aware of it because we ran into the person in front of us. Lights flipped on and more men like the one who led us here appeared from behind rickety old crates. Accompanying them was another men, dressed in black pants, a blue shirt and a while lab coat. Yeah, that's not weird at all.
 EbonyKeys · Sat Oct 01, 2011 @ 04:48am · 0 Comments |
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