Amanita: Poison Shot

Epilogue

All I ever wanted to be was a mechanic. I wanted to fix cars and motorbikes. I ended up fixing the world.

I hope that reading my story will help you understand why currently humanity is finding it so hard to cope with history. And why it feels so heart-wrenching to rediscover the real main characters of past eras, who had been deliberately hidden from younger generations so that their influence could not reach us. Their voices were drowned, forced into silence – like mine and the voice of those who are like me, too afraid to speakup due to the consequences. 

After our fight against Apollo, I had to fix that, among many other aspects.

The "Great" Apollo had had many history books burnt and rewritten to make clones be perceived as superior entities, but I found copies in a good old forsaken library in Old Sue's mansion. These are the books that currently make up the corpus of the Healing Public Library, located at Justice Square, formerly known as Victoria Square.

The mistakes that some people made took a huge toll on all of us. Part of me believes these people didn't know any better, but another part of me is convinced that they had more than one chance to do things right, and didn't want to use them because their egoistical priorities blinded them.

Be the judges of history yourselves.

What does the current, massive graveyard that now stands where the BioBank used to be mean to each and every single one of you? What does replacing the fallen statue of Victoria with the brand-new one devoted to Justice mean to you? What does the Tree of Metamorphosis and the festivity we celebrate today, mean to you?

We –clones, traditional humans and androids– might have changed street names, square names, statues, the government, buildings, the entire health care system, and labour laws. We might have eradicated the annual check-ups. We might have pulled the weeds of discrimination. We might still be striving to improve ourselves and other aspects that define us as a society, but the one thing we cannot change is the past. And that past holds a lot of meaning.

I hope you don't construe this speech of mine as putting a bandaid over a gunshot wound. Looking back might cause us suffering and a burning wish to get revenge, but I beg you to be firm. Revenge isn't the answer. For as long as we learn from the past, it will never undermine our present and future again.

Let it be known that the horrific events that have tainted our past can never be ignored or buried again. Otherwise, history will repeat itself.

To ensure true peace and seek closure, we need to value those events in their right measure; we need to remember them for what they are, like the people who were involved in them regardless of how good or bad their decisions or their ethics were.

That is why I thank Apollo and what he said and did the morning after the incident in the BioBank. I remember with some melancholy the events that took place back then.

The medical team who took care of him received strict orders from him to transmit his wish to make all clone institutions and laws null and void. He gave a full official statement as to why we, rebels, were meant to be listened to, especially me. The positive account of the previous night's events on behalf of the rescued clone officers and androids also helped to spread a good image of us, rebels.

As you might recall, we took a step forward and started negotiations with the Vicepresident, which ended in a life-changing agreement to cease violent operations and call general elections. Ever since then, the life of traditional humans has improved significantly.

I am proud of the efforts made by both sides.

Anyway, when my friends and the new President told me to write my story and publish it, I thought they were mad. However, it has been a tremendous and exhilarating exercise that I will never regret doing, in both storytelling and being loyal to the truth, resulting in the book you are holding in your hands right now.