Date: 3/18/4910 2/01/4911
Page: 4
There is something wrong with me these days. I keep on getting vivid memories of when we came to this place and the next moment it's all gone. My fingers are turning mushy and I can't hold my pen properly at all. What is going on? I am afraid.
WHAT DID I DO TO DESERVE THIS?! MY PARENTS GAVE ME HELL AND I HAVE TO SYMPATHIZE ABOUT THE FACT THAT THEY HAD A MUTATION AND IT WASN'T THEIR FAULT?! DON'T JOKE WITH ME.
Erwin, we promised that we would make ourselves into superhumans who can do anything. Do you remember that? I never told you this, but I think I can do now. Afterall, it was you who made me into a superhuman. Your genius, your intelligence brought me here. I loved you. I loved you so much. I vowed to myself that I would confess my feelings once you are done with your research.
ARE YOU HAPPY NOW?! SATISFIED? YOU USED ME. DID YOU HATE ME THAT MUCH? I CAN'T REMEMBER WHO I AM ANYMORE. NO ONE CALLS MY NAME ANYMORE.
Erwin, I can notice I am not being coherent while writing something for you. I just wanted to jot down how much I loved you guys but I'm not sure how these cruel words are coming out of my mouth. But I always wanted an answer to this question that is famous these days. They are questioning the term human. These people don't want to be called humans anymore.
Say, what were we then? Did we belong here? What am I? Was there any real need for us to setup a life over here? These questions drive me mad. It pains me. It's like my soul is stuck in this endless loop and is unable to get of it.
You always had an answer to these questions...or was it Ekele? Haha. I don't think I remember anymore.
