The agony of his heart, reflecting on his smiles that showed no truths behind it. Behind that smile lies a scared, broken, a person who lived through all the mental torture here, robbed of his name, all rights as a human being, treated like an animal in a lab. All of the world's truths don't matter until he tells his own truth, without showing that forgery of a strong front.
I drown in those grey eyes showing no emotion even if he smiles, though it's a falsification of a smile. Celest had his hand wrapped around mine, trying to make sense of everything he said. But more than that, I want him to talk about himself, gain back the knowledge about how significant he is. Nobody deserves to be treated like this, everybody is connected through the small threads through which the cosmos binds us, making every meeting with different people count. I might not remember but each of those events were as important as this one because all of those shape you the way you are right now.
"Did you ever think about how is the earth adjusting it's very little resources among 20 BILLION humans? Out of which only 0.001% or less is our specie?," he says. Living in a room, filled with nightmares every night, those callous monsters doing things to his body like the wires that came out of his hand, a device stuck on his neck, rooted in there, unable to be free from them yet the lad thinks about the world.
His eyes might look dead, with no hopes but his heart is of fire, burning and lighting his own way still, not knowing where his destination is. Even after such fearsome things happening, he's helping us. Celest asked him some things, warming up to him, letting his kindness reach him.
No noises reached my ears but the senses on my skin like someone is watching us, lurking in the darkness further ahead. A tiny pinch of danger that might flare up.
I shake my head, rubbing my eyes and letting the instincts take over. First things first, in a situation like this, extracting information has the highest priority.
"What do you think? Do you have any proof that what you're going to say is the truth? You definitely don't expect us to just believe you without any proof, do you?," I say missing the conversation between him and Celest.
"If you want to get caught so badly, why don't you go ahead and get yourself killed already?," he replied, again his eyes, twitching for others, not for his own safety. His smile might be lost like the rays of sun at night. But his nature, peaceful and kind.
I keep looking at him, drenched, without any change of clothes and sneeze due to cold. Snot hanging from my nose. 'Fuck my destiny, I wanna die'.
"But we need answers," I order, wiping it off my face using the wet bandages. Curse the bad timing.
He gestures us to follow him deeper inside the lab, the uneasy feeling still lingering under my nose but I can't seem to catch it.
"How old are you?," Celest asked him.
"21," he replied.
"Elder to us," I smiled.
He touched the keyboard of a huge capsule, lights turned on but only of the capsule, showing, revealing the fears that stay hidden, clearly in front of our eyes stood an automaton that was turned off. My knees felt weak, reliving those moments inside my head, butchered houses, residents, the scream that itched my throat, wanting to escape my gullet, but not a tear fell, my voice gone, unable to let it out. Traumatized at the sight.
The presumptions of the worst, an inundation of worse possibilities flooded my brain.
"This.... is your proof," he turned around.
I look to my side at Celest, while he was already directing his gaze at me, the past returning back to him.
None of us said anything after that. Drowning in our own world of differences, each of us lonely deep inside due to being different. A difference that was never meant to be, the kind of specie whose origins are unknown to even us, the specie which the world knows nothing about. Confused, alone, grief; unable to decide our course of action anymore.
Lights turned on throughout the laboratory, the doors opening once again, a man dressed in white coat walking inside. We ran out of luck.
The warning alarms ringing in my ears; are they my own or the facility on high alert again? I feel hollow - empty for not knowing anything.
Many squads marching inside, everything happening so fast while I remain in my dream-like state. Out of my understanding. I see Celest struggling, even his ability seemed to fail compared to their technology. My hands being twisted at the back, the aching soreness numbing the senses in my arms.
Frozen in place, just some high school genetically designed kids, trapped in the vortex of confusion; blinding, clouding our vision from the truths that stay concealed in this place.
I look towards Altair getting handcuffed for doing nothing, no harm yet treated like a threat. We did nothing bad, why are we being locked in a cold, sad room?
Tear drops finally escaping my eyes, falling on my cheeks, flowing down my jawline.
Desperate attempts to talk but each time, kicked in the guts, coughing out blood, tears flowing with no end, pain surging through my veins, unable to move, lying in the corner of a locked room. Suffering alone, different from everyone else here. An alienated existence.
"So those two are the ones who reacted before you could stab them?"
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A/N :
I think I focused on the feelings a little too much in this chapter, right?
But well, who do you think created the designed humans?
Enjoy!
- Kenerelda☆
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Designed Humans
Science Fiction[Slow Editing and Under Construction] [WARNING: Cringy AF. Proceed at your own risk] After an Artificial intelligence automaton war, the AI war as it is known destroys most of the populace in the world, certain experiments are held to make sure peop...
