"Many times over again...has It understood Its importance? As any creature can, while It contemplates many factors through their ,oh so, all seeing eyes. Does It value It self, or a better way to state that, does It see why It exist? It has no worries unlike the many who are near it's possible level.
Though It struggles understanding through and through, It has no worries, just misunderstandings. It hasn't seen It's play in this world. It only looks left, right, up, and down, never opening It's own mind to the wonders it could hold. Now you may ask, "who is It?", well it has no name, personality, humanity, nor personal will, they are just greed, destruction, and denial at it's finest, but because of that, It will never genuinely grow in any positive manor. It has no desire to grow, It doesn't know what It wants.
Sure, It might get hungry, but that's the only imperfection It has. who knows what It might do if It starves. That fear serves as a reminder to feed It. It can't know the true reason It's here, that might cause us to re-"
"ahem"
"...It can communicate as It can understand human language, but It's vocal cords struggle to comply, causing a lot of stuttering and cut up sentences . Though It might sound human, don't trust It. Currently, this is the max information we have collected, this is the First Documentation, hopefully we can gain more intel soon." Beep..
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'I'm growing inpatient, I feel mad, maybe I'm disoriented? I hear someone near me through these paper thin but brick walls, it seems like they are talking about me. Dehumanizing me, trying to humiliate me, as if I was an object. I can feel, I just don't know who I am, I can ask but all I get is a broken sound from someone who doesn't have any type of identification, their face being blurry with patches of their skin breaking off, almost white as a ghost, someone stuck in my head, who doesn't get out even if I beg. I loathe this, I will unleash my wrath as soon as I get my hands on those filthy bastards that made me like this!' My hands began to boil, I feel adrenaline pumping through my body, 'I know I might go insane if I stay like a stepping stool for these cruel people, wanting to convert a human to a weapon who takes commands like a dog.'
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If It can't, why can I?
Mystery / ThrillerIt is lost beyond words, It was never able to express It self, but It's anger is growing, and who knows what chaos It might unleash.
