Human (Book One)

Preface

Stay away from them," my mother lectured me. "They are freaks, aliens, and a despicable race of Inhumans. Contagious and dangerous like a disease or plague provoking sickness and hatred in this peaceful world."

My response never changed. "I know mother, I know."

"What peace?", I pondered.

You see, I was raised in a very conserved manner. The conservator was none other than my mother herself, whose laws and rules I unquestionably obeyed. Obliged to. Never doubted her intentions, never objected, never disagreed, never stopped her from treating others with such cruelty and dishonesty, the same brutality she seemed to hide me from seeing.

So, let me tell you a story. A story you may know may have heard before, in variations different from what I will narrate. But, this is my story. One which seems to have transformed itself into a myth which never existed. But it did. It existed, and it happened, and it was all me. Well, I thought it was, but it wasn't. But I didn't know. If I did, I could have changed it. I could have utilized my knowledge better. I could have saved the world. Did I?

Well, after all, not every story has an ending. Or deserves one.

Maybe this one did. But I don't know. And it's too late now. So why don't you be the judge of that?

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