The real world is often harsh, though. The small solace's it provides can never last forever. I now knew curiosity did kill the cat. The cat was lying dead in the bottom of Schrodinger's box.
The bond I had with the old was too powerful to ignore, so I investigated. I found a picture of his daughter.
And it was me.
I have since learned that my name is Lonni Walker. I fell victim to a devastating disease that had wiped out most of the country. They had found a way to replace the organs affected, and my parents put together enough money to get me treated. My sickness was so advanced, however, that they had to replace some of my brain.
I was kidnapped.
Black Phoenix took me and wrote over my memories through the processor that had been installed in my head. All that I knew was fabricated by them. They made me a killing machine, and I had been the tool of a terrorist group.
I broke out of the Phoenix.
I sunk lower than I had ever been.
Borderline genocide isn't something one should have to live with.
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Anubis
Short StoryThe United States has fallen, and has given way to a new government. Their tactic is fear, and their tools are their elite soldiers. They are enlisted seemingly at random, torn from their loving families' arms to serve as puppets to the government...
