For someone who had lost so much, he seemed awfully content with being out in the woods. "My parents and brother died in an experiment as well," I told him, his green eyes somewhat comforting to me. "I'm sorry to hear that. Grief is a killer, that's why I moved out here. I wanted to be free from the memories and my old town," he said. He glanced at me for a moment, a puzzled look on his face. "So, why did you come out here?" he asked me. "I'm sure you've heard about the bomb. I didn't want to be trapped in that house the day I died. It seems death is my only escape," I confessed. "I don't believe what they say about the bomb. I think they'll find a way to disable it," he told me. "Why do you say that?" I asked him. "Because, I'd rather have false hope than dread an inevitable death," he said, a smile on his face. I let out a soft chuckle as I examined the stranger, this man who'd been through hell and still had hope for a better tomorrow. "How could you have such a strong will to live after all you've been through?" I questioned. "There has to be some purpose to this thing we call living," he answered. "Sometimes, it hurts more to live than to die," I admitted.
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As the World Caves In
الخيال العلميWith time comes knowledge and with knowledge comes creation; and the power of creation is a very dangerous thing. In Athana 2033, humans were treated as experimentees- as expendable things to use for personal gain. When a hover-car experiment kills...
