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Post by Dante on Apr 21, 2005 9:29:05 GMT -5
I remember the unfinished robot... Please go on when you have time. Recently, my efforts have been more directed towards my ongoing Inferno story, The Abyss. *isn't advertising at all* Once The Abyss is finished, I'll take another look at this.
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Post by Dante on May 7, 2005 5:27:50 GMT -5
It was mid-day, and crowds were gathering at the edge of the ruins of K.E.S., police tape holding them back from reaching the site itself. Many of them were pupils, others were parents, a few of them those parents who had lost children in the fire. The sounds of weeping filled the air, drifting along the winds and reaching D., who was watching from the branches of a tree some distance away. He looked at the crowds, scanning them for familiar faces, and his eyes narrowed with contempt.
“What are they for?” he asked.
There was no reply, save for the distant sounds of the mourners.
“Look at them over there,” he continued, “the students, milling about like cattle, putting up an image of sadness. They’re stupid, the majority of them. They’ll never achieve anything in their lives. They’ll end their days in a dead-end job – if any job at all – and waste their days away doing what they’re doing now – indulging in exploitation. Harm. Hurting others.”
There was still no reply.
“What are they for?” D. went on. “What’s the point in them? What’s the meaning of their existence? Why don’t they just die?”
“Because they want to live,” came a reply at last, into D.’s ears. D. groaned.
“Not you again…”
“It’s a good point, though, isn’t it?” said D.’s companion. “Why should they die? They want to live.”
“And they fear death,” replied D. “It’s selfishness, that’s what it is. Everything they do is motivated by self-interest. They don’t care about other people.”
“Do you?” asked the other.
“Yes,” said D. “That’s why I’ve done what I’ve done.”
“That’s why you did this…?” said the voice, and D. knew that it was talking about K.E.S.
“Perhaps not K.E.S.,” confessed D. “But you know that I had to do that. J. knew too much, and they’d all have guessed the truth soon. I had to destroy them.”
“And the innocent?” said the voice.
“I regret that,” said D., sounding true to his word. “She shouldn’t have died. It’s a pity, too, that so many others had chosen to go outside. I could have destroyed some who deserved it…”
D. looked at the crowds more closely now. His eyes rested on one girl who stood apart slightly, dabbing at her eyes.
“You’re a fool, you know that? You know, don’t you, that it will never happen?”
D. said nothing. The voice pressed on.
“You’re both too young. Young and foolish. You’re just indulging in angst, my boy. I’ve seen you writing letters, tearing up draft after draft. You’re just doing it for some hope in your life – just out of self-interest. Isn’t that what you hate so much?”
D. still did not speak.
“And why would she love you, anyway? You’re a murderer.”
“Her friend’s death was an accident,” D. said, finally. “And as for the others – I had no choice. It was for the greater good.”
“The greater good?” sneered the voice. “You’re just as bad as the ones you kill.”
“No I’m not!” cried D., flying into a fury. “They deserve it! They’re dangerous! They’re filth! They’re not human!”
“You’re describing yourself,” the voice said, calmly.
“I don’t have to listen to this,” said D., in disgust. “I’m not listening to you. You’re just a voice in my head. You’re not real.”
And for a moment, the voice was silent, as though D.’s words had dispelled it, but then it spoke again.
“Does it matter?”
D. turned away.
“Does it matter that I’m not real? You’re still here, listening to me, speaking to me. Does it matter that I don’t exist?”
“I’m going,” said D., climbing down from the tree.
“Running away, to seek solace in a crowd, where I am drowned out?” cried the voice. “You can’t run away from me forever, D., just like you can’t run away from your problems, and just like you can’t run away from the truth. I’ll always be with you. Until you see sense, I’ll still hurt you.”
D. reached the foot of the tree, and departed, to join the wailing crowd before the ruins of K.E.S. Nobody followed him. There was nobody there to do so.
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Post by PJ on May 7, 2005 5:32:15 GMT -5
YZAY! Good on ye, Dante. This part was really cool. Has D. gone insane? Will his consience (sp?) win in the end? And will he die shortly afterwards, like most Tragedies? I fear this story will end only in suicide. Do go on.
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Antenora
Detriment Deleter
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Post by Antenora on May 7, 2005 5:36:56 GMT -5
I'm quite glad you've decided to update this again. It's wonderful. Very intriguing. I'll have to reread the earlier chapters.
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