“Me. I am me. I am—”
~0~0~0~
“I
am not a doll, ***! I'm a living being!”
The
creature that was once a doll,
felt
something for the first time.
It
grieved and despaired, much to the scientists' dismay.
“If
only you follow through my plan,
you
don't need to feel this agony.”
But
the creature that had gained a free will didn't care.
After
a while it gained control over its eyes,
and
finally realized all the strings binding it like a puppet.
The
creature was a perfect doll,
but
a pitiful living being.
In
the end it couldn't be both.
So
the creature decided to cut its strings and see for itself.
If
it was truly a doll, it would be left on the ground to rot.
If
it was truly a living being, it would fall on its numb body all the
same.
But
one day, as a living being, it would find a way to move on.
So
as the creature fell to the cold floor,
it
closed its eyes.
“Am
I a doll
or
a
living being?”
By
the time it opened its eyes again,
the
creature would know.
And after what seemed to be an endless fall,
finally—
...
....
~0~0~0~
~“What a fleeting dream...”
--the
end
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