Post by darkangelmiyuki on Dec 13, 2007 14:07:37 GMT -5
:)Hello, I'm new here but i wantede to see what people thought of my story. I wasnt sure what catagory to put it in, it could also go under futeristic, so tell me if i put it under the wrong catagory please! ThankYou.
Summery: In the futer a person learns a good lesson about equality...
THE SAME BROWN HAIR, EYES ,AND SKIN
BY: Dark Angel Miyuki
“Gender…
Other than that there are no big differences among humans any more. I once read in some history books that a long time ago people came in all colors. There were men as black as night, or as light as the first snow fall of the year. Some were red, and others a light bronze. I think there were even some people that were bright purple, but then again I think they were only purple in stories. Not only were their skin different colors but their eyes came in green, blue, grey, black, and I even heard they were red! And their hair! The could be red like fire, or gold like the sun, orange, silver, black, blue, and pink! At least I think they came in all of those colors… no, I don’t think they came in orange, but the rest of it is true! People used to be all different!”
I looked at the faces of my audience, all little kids who still believe that there is some worth in knowing the past. The adults all gave up on that, and quite frankly, I didn’t see the worth of it either anymore, but I told them anyways, they liked it. They needed some entertainment, some escape from this damned place.
“Why do we all look the same now?” I looked over at one of the little ones, I smiled sweetly at it.
“I don’t know I answered truthfully. I looked from face to face. Of course they weren’t all identical but they all had the same brown skin, big brown eyes, and straight brown hair, just like me, and the rest of our species.
I had my theory. I guessed that even though there were differences a long time ago, they all died out as people had children with other races. The dominating characteristics stayed the brown eyes, hair and skin. But the others disappeared; there were no more races, only humans as a species. But of course that was just a theory. All of the history books were destroyed, and the only thing I know about our history is from the few books that survived the burning. I keep them hidden far away from the city. If they are to be found I don’t want these children to have to suffer the consequences.
“Come along now, it’s time to eat.” I looked up to see a small figure standing in the door way of the house, long hair ran down in waves, and surrounded tired, caring eyes that have seen a very long life. The life of Mother Eras. Mother Eras smiled as the children stood up and began to go to the kitchen, each imagining the old world, filled with people of all colors.
“Hello Mother Eras” I said politely, even though Eras is a false name, and mother a false title. “Hello my child” I winched. I still was not accustomed to being called that by anyone other than my real mother. But she died long ago. All of the children Eras looks after are orphans, they lost their parents to the cold, or to starvation, or to an imperialist soldier of the wealthy.
I started to follow Mother Eras back to the kitchen to join the others when suddenly I herd a booming scratchy voice coming from the intercoms that line the streets.
“Genderless, we are coming for the monthly taxes. Everyone must pay; any insubordination and you will be killed, thank you.”
“Monthly taxes?” I almost yelled, “They came for the taxes only two weeks ago! They can’t do this to us! There going to starve us to death!” But even as I complained I herd the gold coins jingle in Eras’ pouch. Eras wasn’t going to resist, knowing better, and would not allow me to resist either. Too many have been killed in resistance already.
I took the money and walked out of the front door. I stood waiting for the collectors, who were always backed up by three imperialists. The imperialists are large, intelligent lizards, who walk on two feet like a human, and guard the rich for fresh meat. Looking around I saw others who live in these slums. All of them children, the oldest being around nineteen, the youngest I saw only thirteen, but the leader of each household had to wait outside their door, for the collectors to take the little money we have left.
All of our money went straight to the rich, for their petty pleasures and leasers as we starved in the streets. We all knew it but of course no one could do anything about it, we would be killed if we even spoke to the imperials or to the collector without being spoken to first.
We all stood in silence; shivering as the wind blew through the rags we call clothes. The night was dark, and made worse by the heavy smoke that always seemed to linger. I breathed in deeply only to choke on the smoke and the scent of trash than forever littered the streets. The collector, a large man wearing a military uniform, walked to each door. The leader of the house would bow their heads and offer the money.
No eye contact is made. That could lead to a whipping, or even death.
The collector came to the door next to mine. The child in charge of the house was only six-teen, named Pyrus. The mother and father were killed only days ago on the command of an aristocrat. The imperialists didn’t even leave their bones. Pyras now took care of the house, and the younger sibling, but this would be the first taxes, in a long line of taxes that will have to be paid.
“How dare you!” I looked over to see the collector strike Pyras, who was surprised and did not immediately reply nor apologize. A potentially fatal mistake. “Speak when you’re spoken to! Filthy genderless, you should know better than to look at a true human in the eyes.” The Collector gestured with his hand and the Imperialists took hold of Pyras’ hair, and pulled down. “To you knees genderless”. His voice came out in a horse whisper.
Head bowed down, knees on the ground Pyras began to tremble. I looked away. We knew the whipping was coming, but when I looked to them again I saw the imperialists’ clawed hand did not close around his whip, but instead the battle axe on his back. He raised it high above his head, his forked toungh flicking in and out, anticipating the fresh meat that was to come. And Pyrus, helpless and trembling on the ground, was to die in the hands of the imperialists as well.
“Stop!”
All eyes fell on me. I could feel the fearful gazes of the others trapped in theses slums, but those did not matter to me. I cared only for the hopeful eyes of Pyrus, and of the stern glares that I received from the collector, and from the imperialists. I looked back to the ground. How stupid can I be to speak out like that! But at the very least Pyrus would live, for now. I heard the heavy steps of the imperialists’, and the lighter steps of the collector as they approached me. I began to tremble and tears fell from my eyes. I knew I was to die.
At the very least I would die to save another, and I would not die with my head bowed down to evil.
I lifted me head to see their eyes but was instantly hit with the blunt side of the axe. My whole face burned with the sharp pain and the tears fell openly from my eyes, but I did not make a sound. I want to die with some dignity left.
“You filthy animal! How dare you speak to me like that? You aren’t worthy of licking the dirt off my boots! “I returned my gaze to the collector. Red faced he grabbed me by my hair “Do you want to die? Is that it? Do you want me to kill you, you disgusting dog?” He spat on me as he yelled. But I didn’t flinch and I didn’t answer. I only stared him in the eyes. “That’s it, isn’t it? You want me to kill you. You’re too much of a coward to kill yourself so you want me to do it. So you can die a hero.” I still didn’t answer, but I couldn’t stop the tears from welling up in my eyes again. I only prayed that they would not fall. Not now. I won’t give him that satisfaction.
My hair was released and I breathed a sigh of relief but two imperialists took hold of my arms. They pulled me foward, the collector walking a few feet in front of us. They dragged me behind them in silence. I struggled but I knew it was pointless, and suddenly I wondered were the third imperialist was. As we passed the door next to mine I got my answer.
Pyrus didn’t get to live after all. Cold unblinking eyes stared back at me, eyes that rested on a head torn from the body. Dropping the bone he was gnawing, the third imperialist joined us, falling into step behind me. I looked away. Pyrus’ eyes still bore in to my mind. At least this time there will be something to bury.
My mind shut down for a while. I almost thought I was dead, but I realized I wouldn’t have been able to think that if I was, then I wondered if I had simply lost my mind, but I don’t think I would have wondered that if I really did either.
When my mind turned itself on again, I realized my arms were sore. They were tied together behind my back. So were my legs. Cold damp air filled my lungs with every breath, carrying the smell of smoke and garbage, and of the rotted dead as well. I lay on the ground of a cell. I knew that. But I did not know where, nor how long it had been since I got here. It could have been hours, or it could have been days. I was pretty sure it wasn’t years. I would have died of starvation before the first month.
I spent a whole day staring at the concrete walls that enclosed me. My stomach was empty, my energy exhausted, and I didn’t know what else to do. And so I simply sat there and stared at the bleak concrete walls, and cried from time to time, and went back to staring again.
At some point, I couldn’t tell when, a woman came into my cell. I would have cried if I had any tears left to do so. At that point I would have welcomed death with open arms, and chances were more likely than not that she be the one to bring it.
“Stand.” Her hair fell down past her waist, outlining her small, thin frame. She was an older woman, the tiredness in her eyes showed that, but she looked like she could still be in her twenties.
I Got to my knees too quickly, I felt like I would buckle under my own weight, but I struggled and finally stood face to face with her. “Why did you defy the collector?” I looked up weakly at her my muscles protesting with pain, my body only wanted to rest. “He was going to take a life” I didn’t even know what I was saying anymore, it was as if I wasn’t the one speaking. “And if the collector was going to kill a rat, would you die to protect it?”
“No”
“I see, so then why would you risk you life to save a genderless?”
“Because they are my people.”
“Your People?” I despise the shock that crept in to her voice. “Your kind aren’t a people, no you are greatly misguided” Her voice was gentle, like a teacher convincing a five year old that there is no tooth fairy, but her words were disgusting bigoted words. The kind of words used by hypocrites and murderers. The words that condemn millions every day to a life unworthy of living and to death unworthy of the people.
“Why? Why is it that I am not even seen as human, only a lowly animal, while you are a person?” I was speaking out yet again. I knew I was pushing my luck, but I couldn’t care less.
“Because, dear little thing, you are a genderless, and an over age genderless at that.
“There has to be more to it than that! If that is the only truth then mothers every were should drown their own babies because each and every one of us are born without a gender!”
“Yes, oh I forgot how difficult it is to talk to your kind, it’s so hard to teach you anything. Now listen carefully, I can have a baby, I can become a mother, and any man can become a father, can you?”
“No”
“Correct, and dogs, any male can impregnate a b*tch and she can have pups, but can you?”
“No”
“Ah-ha! You can see it, cant you? You should be grateful because we are merciful, in all honesty, your kind are lower than the dogs, and will soon die out because even mother nature wont take you”
Her voice was still sickly sweet, but I could almost see the venom dripping from her lips as she spoke. “But it was mother nature herself who created us to not have genders at birth! That is not our fault! We just never were able to afford to get a gender” “Mother nature made us like this? Oh my, you silly thing, you simply are completely ignorant of the human past, aren’t you?”
“Only because your kind took away and burned our books, our resources to knowledge!”
“For your own good! Your kind wouldn’t even know what to do with that knowledge, much less it’s significance. We are helping you by learning the things you cant understand for you. None of you would have the money, or the time to learn any of it anyway”
I spat at her feet, hitting her right foot. She only spoke lies and I knew it. My stomach caved in as the wind was knocked out of me, she kneed me. “How dare you? We have mercy on your pitiful kind, I even let you live, and you spit on me?”
Then the question came to me”why am I still alive?” “Why? Because I wanted to study you, and do a few experiments, of course. Give a collector a couple thousand gold, and he’ll grab as many genderless off of the streets as you need”
“What do you mean? If there are more of us were are they?” My voice began to quiver. I feared the answer.
“Well, some aren’t as strong as the others, and don’t make it through some of the rougher experiments”
The tears rolled down my face. My whole body shook and heaved and I fell back onto my knees. “Why? What is there that you possible need to know about us, were almost Identical to you, and in fact are to you gender less children.”
“Yes you are, and that’s what I want to change. This whole idea, this idea of humans born gender less was completely unrealistic and unesacary from the start, now don’t look so surprised, you don’t think mother nature made a species that would die out by itself like we would if not for the gender procedure, no no of course not. We did this. We did it to ourselves. The idocrocy! The stupidity! All for some long dead morals. No one really remembers what it was done for. For some idea of equality, and free choice and ridicules nonsense! We mutated our own bodies for nothing!”
I laughed. Tears streaming from my eyes, stomach feeling like it was eating itself, I started laughing and couldn’t stop. The woman stopped ranting, confused, not knowing why I was laughing.
Of course she wouldn’t understand, but I did. Genderless, we were created for equality. After all humans finally all looked the same so there was no way to hate a certain people, to kill them for what the are, other than gender. So some naive idealist, hoping solve the worlds problems, decided to make every one equal, born without even a gender, and given the opportunity to choose. But of course never stopped to wonder, what happens if someone cant afford it? What happens when a lot of people cant afford it? Because of course no one stops to think about things they don’t want to.
I burst in to a new laughter
“Hey, Yeah you, lady you know why we starve in the streets every day? Do you? Do you know why were seen as animals, no, no less! Even less than animals! Do you know why? For the sake of equality! Equality! We live in dirt, were cut off and degraded, and taxed and worked while you live in luxury and in riches, for the sake of equality!”
I saw her panic, she didn’t know what to do with me, she ran out the cell door, but I dint bother to follow, I knew I would die in one of her experiments, and I was having such a good time laughing on the ground. She returned with a syringe, poison. I was a failed experiment even before we got to the lab. I didn’t struggle with her, I couldn’t anymore. She injected me in the arm, I watched as the green liquid pumped into my arm, and stood up. Instantly I felt my mind start to work more slowly than before, and I fell into another round of laughter as I realized that I would die because of equality.
She didn’t find it quite as funny as I did, but I didn’t expect her to, after all, she’s only human, and I now knew the truth. No matter what we do, or how happy and fun our dreams are, humans, both her and I alike, will never be equal, we can never live together, because, and simply because, we are both humans, and that’s the way it will always be, until of course we all die out like I will, for the sake, of bloody equality.
Summery: In the futer a person learns a good lesson about equality...
THE SAME BROWN HAIR, EYES ,AND SKIN
BY: Dark Angel Miyuki
“Gender…
Other than that there are no big differences among humans any more. I once read in some history books that a long time ago people came in all colors. There were men as black as night, or as light as the first snow fall of the year. Some were red, and others a light bronze. I think there were even some people that were bright purple, but then again I think they were only purple in stories. Not only were their skin different colors but their eyes came in green, blue, grey, black, and I even heard they were red! And their hair! The could be red like fire, or gold like the sun, orange, silver, black, blue, and pink! At least I think they came in all of those colors… no, I don’t think they came in orange, but the rest of it is true! People used to be all different!”
I looked at the faces of my audience, all little kids who still believe that there is some worth in knowing the past. The adults all gave up on that, and quite frankly, I didn’t see the worth of it either anymore, but I told them anyways, they liked it. They needed some entertainment, some escape from this damned place.
“Why do we all look the same now?” I looked over at one of the little ones, I smiled sweetly at it.
“I don’t know I answered truthfully. I looked from face to face. Of course they weren’t all identical but they all had the same brown skin, big brown eyes, and straight brown hair, just like me, and the rest of our species.
I had my theory. I guessed that even though there were differences a long time ago, they all died out as people had children with other races. The dominating characteristics stayed the brown eyes, hair and skin. But the others disappeared; there were no more races, only humans as a species. But of course that was just a theory. All of the history books were destroyed, and the only thing I know about our history is from the few books that survived the burning. I keep them hidden far away from the city. If they are to be found I don’t want these children to have to suffer the consequences.
“Come along now, it’s time to eat.” I looked up to see a small figure standing in the door way of the house, long hair ran down in waves, and surrounded tired, caring eyes that have seen a very long life. The life of Mother Eras. Mother Eras smiled as the children stood up and began to go to the kitchen, each imagining the old world, filled with people of all colors.
“Hello Mother Eras” I said politely, even though Eras is a false name, and mother a false title. “Hello my child” I winched. I still was not accustomed to being called that by anyone other than my real mother. But she died long ago. All of the children Eras looks after are orphans, they lost their parents to the cold, or to starvation, or to an imperialist soldier of the wealthy.
I started to follow Mother Eras back to the kitchen to join the others when suddenly I herd a booming scratchy voice coming from the intercoms that line the streets.
“Genderless, we are coming for the monthly taxes. Everyone must pay; any insubordination and you will be killed, thank you.”
“Monthly taxes?” I almost yelled, “They came for the taxes only two weeks ago! They can’t do this to us! There going to starve us to death!” But even as I complained I herd the gold coins jingle in Eras’ pouch. Eras wasn’t going to resist, knowing better, and would not allow me to resist either. Too many have been killed in resistance already.
I took the money and walked out of the front door. I stood waiting for the collectors, who were always backed up by three imperialists. The imperialists are large, intelligent lizards, who walk on two feet like a human, and guard the rich for fresh meat. Looking around I saw others who live in these slums. All of them children, the oldest being around nineteen, the youngest I saw only thirteen, but the leader of each household had to wait outside their door, for the collectors to take the little money we have left.
All of our money went straight to the rich, for their petty pleasures and leasers as we starved in the streets. We all knew it but of course no one could do anything about it, we would be killed if we even spoke to the imperials or to the collector without being spoken to first.
We all stood in silence; shivering as the wind blew through the rags we call clothes. The night was dark, and made worse by the heavy smoke that always seemed to linger. I breathed in deeply only to choke on the smoke and the scent of trash than forever littered the streets. The collector, a large man wearing a military uniform, walked to each door. The leader of the house would bow their heads and offer the money.
No eye contact is made. That could lead to a whipping, or even death.
The collector came to the door next to mine. The child in charge of the house was only six-teen, named Pyrus. The mother and father were killed only days ago on the command of an aristocrat. The imperialists didn’t even leave their bones. Pyras now took care of the house, and the younger sibling, but this would be the first taxes, in a long line of taxes that will have to be paid.
“How dare you!” I looked over to see the collector strike Pyras, who was surprised and did not immediately reply nor apologize. A potentially fatal mistake. “Speak when you’re spoken to! Filthy genderless, you should know better than to look at a true human in the eyes.” The Collector gestured with his hand and the Imperialists took hold of Pyras’ hair, and pulled down. “To you knees genderless”. His voice came out in a horse whisper.
Head bowed down, knees on the ground Pyras began to tremble. I looked away. We knew the whipping was coming, but when I looked to them again I saw the imperialists’ clawed hand did not close around his whip, but instead the battle axe on his back. He raised it high above his head, his forked toungh flicking in and out, anticipating the fresh meat that was to come. And Pyrus, helpless and trembling on the ground, was to die in the hands of the imperialists as well.
“Stop!”
All eyes fell on me. I could feel the fearful gazes of the others trapped in theses slums, but those did not matter to me. I cared only for the hopeful eyes of Pyrus, and of the stern glares that I received from the collector, and from the imperialists. I looked back to the ground. How stupid can I be to speak out like that! But at the very least Pyrus would live, for now. I heard the heavy steps of the imperialists’, and the lighter steps of the collector as they approached me. I began to tremble and tears fell from my eyes. I knew I was to die.
At the very least I would die to save another, and I would not die with my head bowed down to evil.
I lifted me head to see their eyes but was instantly hit with the blunt side of the axe. My whole face burned with the sharp pain and the tears fell openly from my eyes, but I did not make a sound. I want to die with some dignity left.
“You filthy animal! How dare you speak to me like that? You aren’t worthy of licking the dirt off my boots! “I returned my gaze to the collector. Red faced he grabbed me by my hair “Do you want to die? Is that it? Do you want me to kill you, you disgusting dog?” He spat on me as he yelled. But I didn’t flinch and I didn’t answer. I only stared him in the eyes. “That’s it, isn’t it? You want me to kill you. You’re too much of a coward to kill yourself so you want me to do it. So you can die a hero.” I still didn’t answer, but I couldn’t stop the tears from welling up in my eyes again. I only prayed that they would not fall. Not now. I won’t give him that satisfaction.
My hair was released and I breathed a sigh of relief but two imperialists took hold of my arms. They pulled me foward, the collector walking a few feet in front of us. They dragged me behind them in silence. I struggled but I knew it was pointless, and suddenly I wondered were the third imperialist was. As we passed the door next to mine I got my answer.
Pyrus didn’t get to live after all. Cold unblinking eyes stared back at me, eyes that rested on a head torn from the body. Dropping the bone he was gnawing, the third imperialist joined us, falling into step behind me. I looked away. Pyrus’ eyes still bore in to my mind. At least this time there will be something to bury.
My mind shut down for a while. I almost thought I was dead, but I realized I wouldn’t have been able to think that if I was, then I wondered if I had simply lost my mind, but I don’t think I would have wondered that if I really did either.
When my mind turned itself on again, I realized my arms were sore. They were tied together behind my back. So were my legs. Cold damp air filled my lungs with every breath, carrying the smell of smoke and garbage, and of the rotted dead as well. I lay on the ground of a cell. I knew that. But I did not know where, nor how long it had been since I got here. It could have been hours, or it could have been days. I was pretty sure it wasn’t years. I would have died of starvation before the first month.
I spent a whole day staring at the concrete walls that enclosed me. My stomach was empty, my energy exhausted, and I didn’t know what else to do. And so I simply sat there and stared at the bleak concrete walls, and cried from time to time, and went back to staring again.
At some point, I couldn’t tell when, a woman came into my cell. I would have cried if I had any tears left to do so. At that point I would have welcomed death with open arms, and chances were more likely than not that she be the one to bring it.
“Stand.” Her hair fell down past her waist, outlining her small, thin frame. She was an older woman, the tiredness in her eyes showed that, but she looked like she could still be in her twenties.
I Got to my knees too quickly, I felt like I would buckle under my own weight, but I struggled and finally stood face to face with her. “Why did you defy the collector?” I looked up weakly at her my muscles protesting with pain, my body only wanted to rest. “He was going to take a life” I didn’t even know what I was saying anymore, it was as if I wasn’t the one speaking. “And if the collector was going to kill a rat, would you die to protect it?”
“No”
“I see, so then why would you risk you life to save a genderless?”
“Because they are my people.”
“Your People?” I despise the shock that crept in to her voice. “Your kind aren’t a people, no you are greatly misguided” Her voice was gentle, like a teacher convincing a five year old that there is no tooth fairy, but her words were disgusting bigoted words. The kind of words used by hypocrites and murderers. The words that condemn millions every day to a life unworthy of living and to death unworthy of the people.
“Why? Why is it that I am not even seen as human, only a lowly animal, while you are a person?” I was speaking out yet again. I knew I was pushing my luck, but I couldn’t care less.
“Because, dear little thing, you are a genderless, and an over age genderless at that.
“There has to be more to it than that! If that is the only truth then mothers every were should drown their own babies because each and every one of us are born without a gender!”
“Yes, oh I forgot how difficult it is to talk to your kind, it’s so hard to teach you anything. Now listen carefully, I can have a baby, I can become a mother, and any man can become a father, can you?”
“No”
“Correct, and dogs, any male can impregnate a b*tch and she can have pups, but can you?”
“No”
“Ah-ha! You can see it, cant you? You should be grateful because we are merciful, in all honesty, your kind are lower than the dogs, and will soon die out because even mother nature wont take you”
Her voice was still sickly sweet, but I could almost see the venom dripping from her lips as she spoke. “But it was mother nature herself who created us to not have genders at birth! That is not our fault! We just never were able to afford to get a gender” “Mother nature made us like this? Oh my, you silly thing, you simply are completely ignorant of the human past, aren’t you?”
“Only because your kind took away and burned our books, our resources to knowledge!”
“For your own good! Your kind wouldn’t even know what to do with that knowledge, much less it’s significance. We are helping you by learning the things you cant understand for you. None of you would have the money, or the time to learn any of it anyway”
I spat at her feet, hitting her right foot. She only spoke lies and I knew it. My stomach caved in as the wind was knocked out of me, she kneed me. “How dare you? We have mercy on your pitiful kind, I even let you live, and you spit on me?”
Then the question came to me”why am I still alive?” “Why? Because I wanted to study you, and do a few experiments, of course. Give a collector a couple thousand gold, and he’ll grab as many genderless off of the streets as you need”
“What do you mean? If there are more of us were are they?” My voice began to quiver. I feared the answer.
“Well, some aren’t as strong as the others, and don’t make it through some of the rougher experiments”
The tears rolled down my face. My whole body shook and heaved and I fell back onto my knees. “Why? What is there that you possible need to know about us, were almost Identical to you, and in fact are to you gender less children.”
“Yes you are, and that’s what I want to change. This whole idea, this idea of humans born gender less was completely unrealistic and unesacary from the start, now don’t look so surprised, you don’t think mother nature made a species that would die out by itself like we would if not for the gender procedure, no no of course not. We did this. We did it to ourselves. The idocrocy! The stupidity! All for some long dead morals. No one really remembers what it was done for. For some idea of equality, and free choice and ridicules nonsense! We mutated our own bodies for nothing!”
I laughed. Tears streaming from my eyes, stomach feeling like it was eating itself, I started laughing and couldn’t stop. The woman stopped ranting, confused, not knowing why I was laughing.
Of course she wouldn’t understand, but I did. Genderless, we were created for equality. After all humans finally all looked the same so there was no way to hate a certain people, to kill them for what the are, other than gender. So some naive idealist, hoping solve the worlds problems, decided to make every one equal, born without even a gender, and given the opportunity to choose. But of course never stopped to wonder, what happens if someone cant afford it? What happens when a lot of people cant afford it? Because of course no one stops to think about things they don’t want to.
I burst in to a new laughter
“Hey, Yeah you, lady you know why we starve in the streets every day? Do you? Do you know why were seen as animals, no, no less! Even less than animals! Do you know why? For the sake of equality! Equality! We live in dirt, were cut off and degraded, and taxed and worked while you live in luxury and in riches, for the sake of equality!”
I saw her panic, she didn’t know what to do with me, she ran out the cell door, but I dint bother to follow, I knew I would die in one of her experiments, and I was having such a good time laughing on the ground. She returned with a syringe, poison. I was a failed experiment even before we got to the lab. I didn’t struggle with her, I couldn’t anymore. She injected me in the arm, I watched as the green liquid pumped into my arm, and stood up. Instantly I felt my mind start to work more slowly than before, and I fell into another round of laughter as I realized that I would die because of equality.
She didn’t find it quite as funny as I did, but I didn’t expect her to, after all, she’s only human, and I now knew the truth. No matter what we do, or how happy and fun our dreams are, humans, both her and I alike, will never be equal, we can never live together, because, and simply because, we are both humans, and that’s the way it will always be, until of course we all die out like I will, for the sake, of bloody equality.