Do I know where this is going? No. Do I like it? Also no. Do I like the idea? Yeah.
They call us the Creators.
But their voices are laced with doubt, of what they call us, of our purpose.
We don't create anything.
All we do is inflict chaos.
Creators of chaos, maybe that's a more of a fitting name, isn't it?
Isn't it?
Stirring up people, riots. Starting explosions, maybe even undergoing as a bomber.
It's just to make the news networks have more interesting stories.
I stretch my fingers above my head, examining them, turning my hand side to side. They're strong fingers, neither bony nor abnormally thick, instead long but muscled.
The perfect hands that you could work with, almost impossible to be clumsy with.
We weren't perfect, I understand that. After all, we're Creators.
After all, we're a specifically bred type of humans who's only purpose was to create chaos.
But what if your mind went against your society?
Any thoughts? I don't particularly like where this came up. It puts the message across but not in the way I want it to.
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Hidden Meanings
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