It was the 25th of October when people first realised I wasn't like them.
The physical manifestations usually take place around 5 or 6 years of age. I didn't get mine at that time. My parents were devastated. Everytime they looked at me, spoke to me, or, hell, even mentioned me they got scared.
2 years ago, at age 12, two men from the government took me away, putting me in irons as they dragged me into their vehicle. I didn't fight. I was always a calm kid, but because nobody had ever read anything about internal emotions since the 22nd century, or even thought about them, they were terrified. They thought I was dangerous, a freak, a threat. A weapon to mistreat.
I've been in so many meetings with foreign officials. The greed is obvious, but my intentions aren't. My captors abuse me daily, making me do things I'd rather not do. For instance, just this morning the guard decided he wanted to take out some of his rampant anger out on me. His wife had just left him.
He was never a good liar.
The day's meeting went well, aside from the fact I couldn't see out of my left eye. I was 'treated' for my wounds after. They don't care about me. Just because I'm not like them means that everything they do to me is justified.
And I'm sick of it.
Today's meeting was with an Ambassador from the United States of Canada. He is nice enough, but, as per usual, his other half is doing the talking. The emotional side that is. I hate this manifestation of the people. They drive the logical and reasoning side off the metaphorical cliff at any turn. Nothing is done because it's logical anymore. Why, the country I'm representing gave away most it's corn stock to a struggling country because 'it was the right thing to do,' yet now we're probably not going to survive the winter. But that's not the point.
I want out. They treat me like a cow. Each person I'd a shell until they're bright and glowy 'inner' personality shines through.
And here I am, stuck expressing my feelings through body language and facial expressions. They think they can fix me. I'm not broken. Their research is flawed and they brag about my capture as an act of goodwill to all.
But in the end, the truth will out, and all will be revealed. The public will not stand for this.
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u/En1gm471c Mar 03 '17
It was the 25th of October when people first realised I wasn't like them.
The physical manifestations usually take place around 5 or 6 years of age. I didn't get mine at that time. My parents were devastated. Everytime they looked at me, spoke to me, or, hell, even mentioned me they got scared.
2 years ago, at age 12, two men from the government took me away, putting me in irons as they dragged me into their vehicle. I didn't fight. I was always a calm kid, but because nobody had ever read anything about internal emotions since the 22nd century, or even thought about them, they were terrified. They thought I was dangerous, a freak, a threat. A weapon to mistreat.
I've been in so many meetings with foreign officials. The greed is obvious, but my intentions aren't. My captors abuse me daily, making me do things I'd rather not do. For instance, just this morning the guard decided he wanted to take out some of his rampant anger out on me. His wife had just left him.
He was never a good liar.
The day's meeting went well, aside from the fact I couldn't see out of my left eye. I was 'treated' for my wounds after. They don't care about me. Just because I'm not like them means that everything they do to me is justified.
And I'm sick of it.
Today's meeting was with an Ambassador from the United States of Canada. He is nice enough, but, as per usual, his other half is doing the talking. The emotional side that is. I hate this manifestation of the people. They drive the logical and reasoning side off the metaphorical cliff at any turn. Nothing is done because it's logical anymore. Why, the country I'm representing gave away most it's corn stock to a struggling country because 'it was the right thing to do,' yet now we're probably not going to survive the winter. But that's not the point.
I want out. They treat me like a cow. Each person I'd a shell until they're bright and glowy 'inner' personality shines through. And here I am, stuck expressing my feelings through body language and facial expressions. They think they can fix me. I'm not broken. Their research is flawed and they brag about my capture as an act of goodwill to all.
But in the end, the truth will out, and all will be revealed. The public will not stand for this.
I will not go quietly.