The Scientist
I slowly walked towards him; finally awake after being clouded by my dreams and ambitions for so long. He was my first real friend and such an important part of my life, which just made this all the more difficult.
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I remember the days when I tried over and over to make a friend. I took all the lessons I’d ever learned to finally make my first real friend. Sure I failed multiple times but finally, after a pain-staking long amount of trying and practising I finally succeeded. That first day, the first moment when we were together was magical. I couldn’t really believe that I had achieved the impossible; that I, the lonely quite boy had achieved the unimaginable; I had made my own friend.
Those first few days we spent together were my utopia. We frolicked in the forest, and danced through the gardens of my castle. I taught him to play chess and he taught me how to hunt animals. I was in such harmony with myself, and the world, that I didn’t see the signs.
I guess nothing really lasts forever, and more importantly nothing is perfect. I can never forget the feeling when I first found out what he truly was. My world was shifted off its axis, spiralling in the wrong direction. The motions were all wrong, they changed, and they changed me. My best friend was a monster; a human killing, flesh-eating monster. And I was devastated.
And finally the realization came that I was the cause of this evil monstrosity. I was the cause of the deaths of my friends and family. I was the cause and I had to be the end too.
It is my duty to put an end to my friend. I need to do this, to kill my best friend, in order to save humanity. This action is going to kill me. I don’t know how I can live with myself after all I have done. And they warned me not to mess with life. They told me I would fail, but my ignorance was my Achilles heel.
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Now, standing here I can feel a whirl of emotions inside me. My troubles will never be over, as my guilt will last an eternity. My name is Dr Frankenstein and my friend that I have created is a monster. My monster, Frankenstein’s monster shall be created and destroyed by my hands.
I stand before him with the knowledge of existence and the intention of destruction; an oxymoron within myself. I am no longer the creator but the bringer of death, the Grim Reaper of science. I am the scientist who brought the end to his only creation. And I will be forever known as the person who murdered their only friend.
The time has come and as I hear the distant chimes of the church bell signalling the ending of one day I know it is the ending of much more; it is the moment when my best friend dies.
“Farewell my friend” were the last three words he ever heard as I slowly switched off his button of creation and watched him cease to exist.
