Good Evil and I

The Past is Love

I stayed still, sweat dripping down my face crawling down my neck as I crouched into position. The mountains were open practice grounds but my power kept fading. The cliff was of the same height, structure and integrity as it always was but my performance wasn't increasing, the constant work I keep putting in helps me at least retain the power I have, if not improve it. I look into the bright sky, the sun middling the cloudless sky and its glaring heat not helping anyone's situation. I ran back to the testing facility.

Humans. Humans were tricky yet an advanced species that had few rare extremely talented and dedicated beings of advancements and science and born with an undying hunger of understanding everything. The list of the impossible was ever expanding, it was endless and always increasing. But humans of science, resources and determination have cracked the key to few such seemingly impossible feats. In this though, I, I was a failure of what could be, a failure to the ideal human society but I was also an innovation, a key to live in the real modern society but I was built to be idealistic, to be good and helpful, and idealism and helpfulness is a root to weakness.

I was in the cafeteria in the facility, heading towards the kitchen. The facility was still fully functional and had become self sustaining years before I was even born. Their research and advancements, though were idealistic, were heavily sought by different armies of the world and for good prices and the hours weren't bad either. It's a place where science was nurtured into sword and shield, disease and cure, both sides of the coin. At least it used to be before us.

I enjoyed cooking. It was so simple yet so magical. Under the influence of a constant flame, a mixture of spices and condiments, of meat and vegetables, a blend of unique flavors created from a blend of unique items to create an aroma arousing a gushing rush of saliva with its fragrance and a taste so heavenly that you lose the physical essence of a body to the rushing sensuousness of the food. Of course, that is when you've cooked a dish that connects with you in such an ethereal manner.

Anyways, I finished my meal and after cleaning up everything, I walked towards the labs and went downstairs. The project labs went further underground, almost 20 floors deep and extremely large in size. How they even did such a gigantic task in the first place, I'll never know, but I know that this place has been in existence since almost a hundred years. I don't know about much of this place's history but its home for me now.

For food, there was artificially grown meat and unlimited food resources being grown well underground in an absence of sunlight. Water was being extracted from the ground and a nearby river but there was no fear for lack of water, at least not for a few centuries. The whole facility was almost perfection until the break out. I mean, don't get me wrong, I'm thankful for his break out, that's the only good thing he's done so far.

I was outside the crime scene, the cage all shattered, the broken trash just lying around randomly. The dried blood stains gave a yellowish-red hue to the bland walls and floors. There were long, thick wires and some sort of pipes that were lying around dismantled, torn or broken. Everything was just a mess. I could clean it, it wasn't a long time taking process, I could easily do it, but I figured I'd just leave it to be. This mess always gave me a perspective. It reminded me of my purpose.

I was sitting under the shade of a green, mighty huge tree, all alone waiting for it to speak.There was a cold, soft, soothing breeze that sent a kind of warmth in my body as I sat there cooped up cozily. I wanted to talk to him, his company was great.I am not sure how many days or times it has been so far but we have spoken quite a few times. Or I have spoken quite a few times with myself. Guess what, myself ain't that bad.

"You there?" I asked.

"Hello, I see you've missed me", said the voice and continued, "I was always there, you know that, but something tells me that this might be our last time."