[3] - Written (Angst)

[failedcreator]

I am no longer a human being. This place has robbed me of my last remnants of humanity. I am no better then the creature. No better at all.

Why would this be forced upon me? The dead must stay dead. How can no one here know this?

[Aww, since Frankenstein was brought back from the dead he doesn't believe he's a proper person anymore. :C]

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[greatlightother]

Do you breathe? Do you eat? Can you feel anger, sadness, fear? Do you long for home...for family...for friends?

Then you are still alive.

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[failedcreator]

These things are no measure of true life. They are merely shadows of it, a puppet moving on strings instead of a fully fledged man.

Those things are lost to me, regardless.

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[greatlightother]

Then what is your measure for life?

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[failedcreator]

Humanity, of course. Whether one is born by natural means, and remains so during their life, not to be brought back from the dead and subvert the will of nature.

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[greatlightother]

What is humanity, then? Who says that you are dead and not snatched at the brink of death?

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[failedcreator]

If I were on the brink of death, than it was my time to pass on. They had no right to prevent even that.

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[greatlightother]

You are still a person. A human being.

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[failedcreator]

I wish it could be so, but I know the truth.

Have you experienced this also?

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[greatlightother]

If I say yes, then will you assume I am not human?

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[failedcreator]

With that, you have already answered my question.

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[greatlightother]

I am not dead and I have not died at home. I chose to come here while still alive. I made a deal with the Admiral.

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[failedcreator]

I can imagine no deal worthy of the cost of remaining with the creatures in this place.

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[greatlightother]

They are not creatures. They're people!

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[failedcreator]

You are sadly misguided. Do not fear, you will learn in time.