It's 2141. Clones have taken over as the dominant species. Using brain nanochips to surveil thoughts and actions, they have pushed traditional humans down to a status of low-class workers in a discriminatory dystopia.
A nineteen-year-old aspiring me...
*This is a special chapter, once again, a POV from Agape's perspective, telling her personal story. Meet the Rightful Tyrant and her origins. [Please note that, in this chapter alone, Agape is talking to herself. Daphne isn't present.]
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Agape, they named me. Agape Dvořák-Handel.
I sigh, feeling the uneasiness of a deadweight over my shoulders, while I walk on Amanita's terrace towards the metal railing. I stare into the untameable waves of the Neon Sea, roaring like a hungry beast down below those bone-chilling cliffs, and into the horizon. I'm all alone tonight.
Sometimes I believe that my parents must've hated me for some reason. From birth. Did they even want me?
It's not that they didn't love me until the day they were euthanised. The problem is the name they picked for me: Agape.
Unconditional love, as the Ancient Greeks put it. Love towards all. A universal concept of love that transcends and persists throughout time. Unlimited understanding, all-powerful and undying.
My parents had got it all wrong. I can't love everything unconditionally.
Well, to be honest, they got it almost all wrong. The only thing that I willingly embrace is the concept of God. I am that God.
I love those who have suffered and are still suffering under the tyranny of the clones and their unjust God, Apollo – and I shall save those who shall suffer in the future. I'm about to start a war with Apollo and to do that I need to become a goddess myself. That's why I'm considered a Rightful Tyrant.
The first person to call me that was no other than myself. Surprisingly, K8 was the second. I made her, as a goddess would. I created sentient life not out of earth and water, but out of metalandplastic.
She's the first truly sentient AI in the world. The ones that have been produced by the GSNS to this day are still old-fashioned servitor-like AIs, designed only to work as housemaids with heavily restricted uses. They can clean, cook, work as information guides... or as whores. Customisable memory storage and deletion, by their owner of course. That way, they don't get a chance to develop a personality. Loyalty can be bought and customised. You can reboot their brains as many times as you like. They glitch a lot, for obvious reasons. Clones are so dumb!
But K8 is so different. She's got a personality. She understands. She questions things when she doesn't understand. She even questions me and my ideas, my methods, my work ethic, my everything, because she's even able to disagree. Clones would never allow that to happen. That's why K8 is so exceptional. She's unique, and I love her just the way she is.
She called me "Rightful Tyrant" because she looked up what my name meant on the Internet, and contrasted the information she found online with what I had told her I'd do to change our world after I killed Apollo and his ass-licking creations.
