Cover story 8: A new chance at life
His poor poor body aching, as if he was a vase put back together. As simple as ducktape and glue may be, the fear of the man who almost killed you was there, he was there but where was there? He was a nurse, he was a doctor and whenever you missbehave you must reconsider. You were born now to be an actor.
You were born to be an actor
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How do you see others?
What meaning does your life bring?
Have you discovered what life is to you? And the rambling continues, to show Malfonz how Neova felt, via annoying him possibly.
Before you make a peep think twice AND SHUT IT. I know your knee is your weak point. I know what made you the man you are, you lost your papa and your mama, are you SwAad moron. As Neova shakes the chair violently waking Malfonz up truly, HEY HEY I AM TALKIN HERE. A tenth asmerelda would have still been a lot, but the trouble you would bring to the table in my future my face recognition skills would have killed me if I didn’t notice your bluff of a bodyguard. What do you really want, blah blah blah, WAKE UP IDIOT, Neova growing more and more inpatient.
Where am I, WHERE AM I. (Repeated in a mocking tone towards Malfonz). Are you asking something, or are you mumbling, HAHAHA. WHERE ARE YOU, HUUUH. You do not simply understand that your knee, with a simple shift of your own body, could be cut further than the single slice I gave you earlier. The mechanism was a simple tread of electricals connected covering Malfonz, if he moves or tries transforming into lightning, that reaction can launch the knife in the toaster right in front of his knee.
I could kill you right now but why, why not have a lingering fear, why not a needle, that could stab, pain that could release the knife. Why not that?
DO YOU DREAM, OF A DREAM WITH SOMETHING DEEPER?, then rips off the mask concealing his voice. Do you not feel pain other than the knee?
It is the dream that poisons oneself of the belief they are greater. But nobody is great if they die so stupidly, then, a dream is only a thread lingering in the sky. The sentence that is life and its meaning is the dream I wanna linger on, feel the thread because I have not been living since I have been born here.
No I do not dream of a dream simply for the sake of analyzing it, I do not even remember.
Stab, ouch, AAAAh. Ah. this extreme feeling of pain, feeling it for the first time, it comes out.
So, answer me with every excruciating detail. Whatever you remember.
What IIs this? I am no mere mortal, why are you doing this?
I could see your intentions, I do not dare to speak further, I lean forward towards Malfonz stabbing him again as I finish my line.
I do dream, I do dream.
I dream everyday about what it would be like to be born a mere mortal, what death feels like, when i its painless. Would anybody remember my life, anymore since i outlived all of them, or do i commit simple suicide. Not a simple fall but a simple stab to the area you are stabbing.
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That does not seem to be all you recall is it. IS IT DUMBASS. (Laughter).
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A world ten times larger, and a society ten times bigger. A radioactive virus was made that killed everyone in under a week. People kill others on the fifth day due to hallucinations, since these people can’t be saved they simply die. I had the vaccine and survived.
Who is born? For it is who you ask for when you want an identity. Not why, not how, not even a question of any other sort. You say who am I when you want to recall your past and your worth in the world. So I ask who is born?
WHAT DOES FUTURISM SHOW YOU? COULD YOU PREVENT THE DEATH OF EVERYONE, AND IF SO WOULD THAT BE A BLESSING?
I was born unique. Futurism, I can see the future via eye contact. People born were used to the future happening, I was left unsettled and broken. Unable to fix futures. A MAN DIES AND YOU KNEW HOW. “He answered me with dread after a bit of a squirming”. “That squirming could also have been because of the scabs I gave him”. “He was bleeding on his arm, then my knife was lingering on his face”.
WHY WERE YOU HUNTED OF WAS IT JUST A TASK OUT OF VENGEANCE.
Were you really alive if you lost chances at life? DO YOU UNDERSTAND LIFE TO BE WILLING TO GRIEVE OVER THE LOSS OF LIFE?
Then I took the mask off, the mask I had. All he could answer with was “I SERIOUSLY DON'T KNOW”. I asked him, “why were you willing to go on living”. He had no answer. I told him why I was after him after that “I was sent for you because you killed a person, who was she, was she a casualty or did you know her”. He did not know. Did you enjoy it, I asked, he did not answer.
It was a shot in the dark. I took and jabbed his finger with my fist ultimately making it twist the wrong direction, with a pained scream. WHAT WAS YOUR REASON FOR LIVING, WOULD YOU LIKE TO SUFFER DEATH OR LIVE ON UNABLE TO MOVE. He starts crying. He starts sprouting tale after tale about his life, but I end the discussion after one more jabbing of his finger. For once I was pent up and angered, the most emotion I had shown other than joy of a person's suffering. Fin.
But when I recall my past I ask why was I born, what am I born for? On that day I found an answer. I wanted to be born so that I can see the meaning of life in front of me, whether it was a woman, a man, something I can not understand, at that moment I would know why, because I can understand that it was. The meaning of life might not be the gray colors but one color painted on the canvas, black or white, maybe red, maybe blue, but what is red and blue if not hell and heaven. We can only reach the red and blue if we decide to transform ourselves into a being who has the ability to leave the first physical realm into the ghostly.
I was born with an ability that I could not take control of. I was born with futurevision, I can see a person's past as well as the future. The only limit was that I had to make eye contact and what I wanted to see in the other individual's future or past. If I felt like I wanted to see how a person dies, I would and in detail. The thing I learned through trying to save lives from my past life, was that the future changed second by second, not always, but if an individual changed their beliefs the future will outline a new path. I measured death in watts, how much energy is needed to save a life. If you died by a car, that would be one watt, all you needed was to push the person or convince them to be elsewhere that day so the car is missed. If the person is skeptical and hard to convince that was two watt, because you need to convince, then save. The more steps the more blabber, and then there are too many dying, and they die because all the bad stuff happens in the future when they turn 80.
My life felt like a broken twig, all my life I was a pawn without a purpose, what can the future do if not predict. Can you kill an enemy with the future, yes, but how does it help in astronomy or the meaning of life? Not all words are physical manifestations that you can look at, like a drawing. So when will you understand the meaning of life?
So I was a twig (never a sword) because I could receive the knowledge of the world if my intentions shifted (never being able to use it), if I believed I wanted to read a book held in my hand, in my future I would have read the cover, the pages and written down the author ten times. Then all I would do would be to remember and change motives. Do you understand, it is hard to understand, not even I understand what I said. Motivation often leads to a job done, so often I have to tell myself, or lie to myself til the truth and falsehood is blurred, and becomes truth once more. It is all mumbo jumbo.
When I was a child all I would ask for would be to be born simple, no ability to witness the future and past. It sucked, I looked in the mirror and I saw myself die over and over. I saw my family die over and over, and I knew how they would die but still could not scratch that itch far enough. To the point why not kill, why not kill another to see how it feels, what emotions do they express, I was numb back then and it is the same now. But, today, I saw a glimpse of the future, my goal was in reach, and I was having it no more, I was happy, a short lived feeling, I was so happy I could recall nobody, but a red silhouette. I have been sad my whole life, killing to make me feel something, that feeling was addicting, and if anybody was going to cash out on my success, “I WOULD NOT KNOW WHAT I WOULD DO”. (Neovas Laughter).
But there is a pain in that expression of theirs so I must become better. Fin.