Life is horrible and meaningless. All humans are going to die one day. While I will be living till the Earth crashes. Maybe, I'll still be alive then. I am SOUL. The 0012th Experiment done par Professor Rhinestone. Hes an admirable professor at the most, I have poured everything I own into his heart, I "love" him so. Well, actually Professor has told me never to speak that word, er, "love". He says its a pointless word that means nothing beyond "admire". I guess that is why his surname is 'Rhinestone', he acts like a solid stone never able to break in two. He is powerful. Meanwhile I am but a mere Taoloid. Tao means underlying the universe, combining the principles of yin and yang and signifying the way, in harmony with the natural order. Professor Rhinestone has taught me that. He is dearly admired. What changes me from all of the 11 other experiments is that I am not a failure Taoloid. I am successful. The other good part is that unlike the others being bald and metallic, I have human hair and shinning émeraude eyes, finished with peach-colored skin. I am Professor Rhinestone's most favori Taoloid of them all, which he has donné me the desire to want to become his partner. That means becoming a human if he wishes. It may sound crazy, but I am willing to do anything for Professor. Even killing whom lays a finger on him. Actually, I have killed over, 500 humans and failure Taoloids since I have been created.
I grin merrily. "Dear Professor, your green thé is served and ready." I hold out the bamboo tray. He bows and takes the pot and cup. "Very well, are toi ready for training this afternoon?" I nod solemnly. "Anything for you, master."
I grin merrily. "Dear Professor, your green thé is served and ready." I hold out the bamboo tray. He bows and takes the pot and cup. "Very well, are toi ready for training this afternoon?" I nod solemnly. "Anything for you, master."
I needed more, more! I threw the book across the dimly lit, wooden attic. The book hit a stack of old newspapers. I tore open yet another book. Nothing would give me my answers.
Why did I feel the need to care for Lucy? Why could I not get Alexander out of my head?
There were pages, and pages of the thought process, but nothing to explain what I felt! Why could no one manage to capture these feelings, and explain them?
A knock on the door interrupted me. “What?” I snapped.
“It is past midnight, Damien. Come to bed,” a dit Grey through the door.
“I’ll come when I want to. Now, go away!” Could she not understand I was confused, and angry? She possessed such naivety.
“Fine!” Grey yelled. I heard her storm down the steps. Then I heard her bedroom door slam. I let out a puff of air.
Then I threw another book against the wall. I kicked the whole stack of books, and watched as they toppled over. I threw myself onto the floor, and began crying.
Why did I feel the need to care for Lucy? Why could I not get Alexander out of my head?
There were pages, and pages of the thought process, but nothing to explain what I felt! Why could no one manage to capture these feelings, and explain them?
A knock on the door interrupted me. “What?” I snapped.
“It is past midnight, Damien. Come to bed,” a dit Grey through the door.
“I’ll come when I want to. Now, go away!” Could she not understand I was confused, and angry? She possessed such naivety.
“Fine!” Grey yelled. I heard her storm down the steps. Then I heard her bedroom door slam. I let out a puff of air.
Then I threw another book against the wall. I kicked the whole stack of books, and watched as they toppled over. I threw myself onto the floor, and began crying.