Every day, I wake up, go to work, come back home, and sleep. This has been my routine for as long as I can remember. This pattern repeats itself every week, starting from Monday until Friday. When I'm at the office, I work from morning until night, and then I head back home to sleep. I feel stuck in this cycle and I don't know when it will end. Perhaps death will be the only way for this cycle to stop.

"But is that the only goal of our life?" I muttered.

As someone who works in a recruitment company, I interact with people from diverse backgrounds and personalities on a daily basis. Once, I found myself pondering:

Why are we created differently?

Why isn't there just one type?

Wouldn't that make things easier?

People often say that differences are beautiful, but have they ever considered a world where differences don't exist? From the very beginning, we were created to be unique and different from one another. Even the planets throughout our solar system are all distinct. Now, just imagine if everything was the same. Wouldn't that be interesting? We would only need one type of favorite food, drink, vehicle, partner, and one goal in life. That way, everything could run in harmony without any conflicts between each other.

I know this sounds crazy, but just take a moment to imagine.

Today, I read an article about the brutality of World War 2. The war was a result of one country's desire to make the whole world the same as their own. They wanted one ruling nation and one race for the entire world. This idea seems extremely radical to me, but it made me wonder - what if that country had won? Would peace eventually be established?

"Hey, would you like to grab some lunch?" My coworker interrupted my thoughts with his invitation.

I had lunch with him and the others. While walking, I wondered if I could accomplish what that country failed to do. Even after the day had ended, those nonsensical thoughts continued to linger in my mind. That is highly unlikely to happen. I am just an ordinary office employee. How could I possibly become the leader of a country? I lack the political background, the right connections, and the credentials that are required to rise to that position.

What if there is no difference?

Wouldn't it be better if we were all the same?

Maybe some of us have desires like that, but that's not how the world works. Maybe I should for…get…et…t… . . .

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"Specimen number 6788 does not meet the criteria; we need to try something else."

"Let's change the Unity and Leadership parameters for the next experiment."

"Initiate!"

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Stolen from its rightful author, this tale is not meant to be on Amazon; report any sightings.

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It was a bright morning with clear skies and a refreshing breeze.

"I hope today will be a good day," I said while putting on my shoes.

Upon finishing breakfast, I swiftly kissed my parents' hands before heading to school. While en route to the subway station, I encountered one of the most irritating students in school - someone who always treats me like a toy.

"Ah, no! Why do I have to meet that person?"

Once he pulled me out of the sports club changing room, naked. That incident made me the laughing stock of the school. Because of that incident, I didn't even want to attend school. He did many things to me, but one thing that will always be remembered is when he threw my small body in the trash behind the school. Without hesitation, he did it, and due to his larger body and more friends, he was able to do anything his heart desired. The smell was so bad that day that I vomited when I got home from school. I always wonder why I am always their target. Is it because I'm small? Because I'm weak? Is it because he considers himself the strongest and biggest in school?

Despite this, my mother always said that I had to endure it. If we fight, we will be no different from them. We must be able to restrain our emotions and patience so as not to become like them. The world is unfair. My mother's words are what I adhere to. Even when I was playing chess for my country, I always maintained my patience and thought clearly. Those words made me who I am. But, sometimes I think what would it feel like if I could give him the same thing he did to me all this time? Will I be the same as him? Will there be satisfaction in me?

When I was trying to enter the subway, I made an effort to avoid running into him. As soon as the carriage door opened, I hurriedly entered through a different door and hid behind people, hoping no one had spotted me. One of my advantages is my small size, which allowed me to blend in with the crowd. While looking for a seat, I breathed a sigh of relief. But unfortunately, luck was not on my side that day. I encountered another child who was still a part of the same gang as the previous child.

"Hey, you!" he shouted.

I heard his scream and immediately stood up to walk away from him. Before I knew it, someone wearing my school uniform and with a big body stood in front of me. Before I could try to run, he grabbed my hand tightly and pulled me to the back of the train carriage. The train that day was quite empty, and the back carriage had no contents at all.

"Good morning bastard!" as he threw his fist at my face.

I fell to the floor bleeding from my nose. The pain in my face didn't seem to end when his friend kicked my face with his foot. That day, they became even more wild and I couldn't hold them back. I tried to restrain myself and accept everything. I was hit, kicked, I was even whipped with their belts. Even so, I remained patient. I'm sure someday they will pay for this.

After a few minutes, they stopped. My whole body was weak, bruised and battered. My white uniform was dirty with blood. I don't know whether I can still go to school or not. But my suffering that morning was not over. Before they left me, they still had one more tool to torture me. They took off their pants and peed on me. In that instant, my whole body was filled with anger. I can't hold it anymore. I jumped and hit them one by one. I threw a punch at the boy's face and then at his friend. I took my bag and threw it at them. One of them hit the train pole and I proceeded to hit their head against the window. Blood came out of his head. When they started to get confused, I kicked their heads until they bled. At that moment anger took over my whole body. My mother's words were covered in blood and happiness. That makes me happy. I took out all my revenge on those people. I feel satisfied. With every punch and kick I delivered at them, my chest felt lighter.

"Why didn't I do this sooner?" I shouted as I continued hitting and kicking those who were motionless at the bottom of the train.

"This is fun. THIS IS FUN. THIS IS FUN! THIS IS F…UN..N…

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"We have found a suitable specimen. All parameters match our criteria, starting from Intelligence, Strength, Unity and Leadership. He got the highest score we have ever seen."

"Yes, this specimen even surpassed our hypothesis. We will move him to the operating room."

"Specimen No. 6789 will transfer to Specimen No. 2579."

"Finally we will get a leader who can unite this country."

"Yes, our country will finally be free as before."

"This child will be the trigger for the birth of a new regime. Execute the transfer now!"

"The transfer has finally been completed."