A life without meaning is nothing but planting moonflowers in the sun. With no meaning to your existence, you’ll die someday and cease to exist. Yet without life, someone’s meaning will also diminish as you’ll be swept away by the fox running through the snow of time. Soon, I will have neither of those as I’m left with only a year to live.
A thing I have and the thing that ultimately sealed my fate is a hole in my heart. Both metaphorically and physically, there is an almost circular cut at the side of my heart. After consulting with a doctor that day, I’ve met with the reality that I’ll die from a defect that I didn’t ask to have. “Well, it was ought to happen someday, sooner or later” I thought to myself, calmly accepting my death with open arms and a finalizing a list of the things I wanted to do.
From the moment I realized I will just be a rabbit – will be hunted down anytime fate desires, I always wanted to be the opposite, someone with significant feats as well as the power to do anything. Even though now that I’m mortally wounded, I still want to be that guy. The first item on my list: Be someone.
“If I do something notable, I’ll be someone, yes? So, it’s simple then – I’ll just do the unthinkable”. As everyone here is trapped in their illusion of free will, the only exceptions being either the ones smart enough to understand how the entire world has kept its peace and prosperity or people like me who’re at the brink of death and just realized what it all means. I’m no moron, believe me. Reason for this supposed utopia becoming is that it’s really complicated. Even though this world has progressed so far, there is still corruption. But it’s different from, per se, 2024. Instead of corrupt government and its officials tricking people for their money, they are now plotting to racially eradicate the non-desirable.
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From the year 2036, the world has been brought into soft-eugenicist utopia. A certain someone brought an abrupt peace among men by a conquest that’s now known as the “Last Great Crusade”. By ensuring world peace and prosperity – for the people to be happy all the way – he got everyone under his tail and enforced the perfect law for a utopia: no-one is persecuted, no-one is discriminated and no-one ever will not be perfect. But everything that mankind make is flawed in some way or another, and in this case it’s their utmost rule, “no-one must not be perfect”; essentially meaning if they don’t have potential of perfection, there is no interest in having them lying around. And that includes me, who am now mortally wounded.
This disease of mine could’ve been fixed as the technology in healthcare has paced significantly since we all set aside our differences. Yet for some reason, they didn’t want to treat it. It wasn’t an expensive procedure and I even know someone who can operate on me but they deemed I wasn’t worth the effort and they thawed my account on everything. But as I have no account, I wouldn’t accumulate any debt and acquiring a loan doesn’t necessarily need an ID. As everything is distributed automatically the one who has nothing to trace to will be the one who has everything.