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The stories say that the Government created a monster. The stories say that they made a man into a demon, or gave him the power to become one.
The stories give the government far too much credit. I let them be, as in ways they do me justice, but the government is portrayed as intelligent. Intelligence is where I excel, the mind is my realm, not that of the idiots bred from idiots.
Those who gave me the materials to become something greater only made a lucky guess, as shown by the others that failed- the only other to live is too weak, to quick to bend to the forces of time, or the government’s word.
I am the only true superior, the only being deserving of the blessings given.
And I’ve watched my world crumble, fall into ruin. I had to stand there as the government and their puppet bring back the history they’ve promised not to repeat.
The present sickens me, as my past never will. I see humans, as I once was, caught in the fleeting hours of life. I hold no guilt for the ones I’ve killed, no mercy toward those in pain.
I thrive through the years in the bodies of the broken, the ones I was proud to have put out of their misery. Oh, our world is so alive- such a single being- rivers for veins and a core for a heart- I’ve come to hear it beating, hear it’s heart beating along with my own.
Naomi and her soldiers and masters, always trying to pull me away from the dark. So brave, so naïve.
My memories, though- I have forgotten nothing about the world that I could see, the memories of color and light never fade. From the sun to the details of a leaf- not a color faded.
From what little’s left my sanity, I now pity the Doctor- I know too much for my mind to take, and he, as a character, existed even longer. (Television has to be what I miss most, both of the past and the sense of sight.)
A science tells you, as you get older time seems to move faster, because it's a smaller portion of your life so far. I remember my last love's every detail, the years I spent with her being years. Now the world flies by in a blur, every person insignificant as the rest.
Oh, youth. I miss being young most of all.
They say I am no longer human, but they are less so than I- the history they've forgotten makes the species what it is, or was, and the culture they've lost is so much more beautiful than this.
Everything was so much more beautiful.
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