The Human Condition

Prolouge: And Again

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There was a story passed down the ages.

A beast would awaken from the earth, once the world ran dry of any possibility of it becoming any better.

It would scourge the area, grow, and claim the souls all any and all on its path.

It would finally put an end to the cycle of life and death, or as we called "The Human Condition".

I truly do not feel sorry for what you may call a tragedy.

Because I realized that it doesn't even matter.

It doesn't even matter...

Where you go...

Who you are...

Who you were...

Or who you become.

There is no ending to an eternity, or a way to claim your fate.

Unless...

One could...

...

No.

Humans are creatures of habit and fate.

Only one with no humanity left could mark the end of time. Could this be a new beginning.

But only one with enough humanity in their heart would save everyone from eternal suffering and pain, and mark the start of a new beginning.

Oh, I'm confused. I have until the end of time to figure everything out.

And yet...

I question every day if death is truly the end, why their lives are a cycle, what humanity even means anymore, and what the meaning of all this.

If a a higher being is looking over me at this very moment...

Cast me into your eternal night.

And start the day anew.

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In the quiet early hours of the day, Dr. Herbert Fox's underground apartment, a modest space marked by the hum of standard urban life, stirred to life. The city on the surface's outside, a sprawling metropolis that reached for the stars, still cloaked in the remnants of night, was slowly turning to daylight once again. The dim glow of the holographic lights cast a soft glow through the windows as Dr. Fox, a man of routine, began his morning rituals.

His apartment mirrored the plainness of his existence, a symphony of white walls and generic modern furnishings. The lackluster decor seemed to shy away from any semblance of vibrancy or character. Even the books on his shelves, though numerous, hinted at a collection more reflective of order rather than intellectual vigor. Dr Fox is not special, and at this point in time, neither was anyone else. His only achievement ever was being able to work at Apex, and even then, he was seemingly randomly chosen and was just a server overseer.

The day commenced with a mechanical precision that mirrored the workings of the Apex city itself. The metallic clink of utensils against plates echoed in the kitchen, the sizzle of eggs in the pan harmonizing with the rhythmic and automatic pouring of coffee, all done by the Hadion Fox, Herbert's former parental Corebot. Dr. Fox, seemingly unaffected by the monotony of it all, carried on his mundane tasks with the grace of a musician performing a familiar routine practiced over and over again.