Angela
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  • Parts 6
  • Time 1h 52m
Ongoing, First published Jul 04, 2020
Mature
I move through the streets with many forgettable names. The faceless people that pass by, yet with my friend's lives at stake. I find myself pondering if I made the right choice. When everyone was screaming for me to stop-- should I have stopped? Was this all my fault? Should I have been here all along? Should I have created a cult where a fire has been lit? Or did I ignite one without knowing it? Why do I exist in just words on a screen or page? Do I really exist at all? Am I really... 'me'...? Are you really 'you'...? Or are you just words on a page or screen where minds connect to read such words? Who are we?


A question that not many have an answer to, but I on the other hand do: I am Angela, and so are you. We bind ourselves in our self-loathing. We drown in self-inflicted pain... we're human, but can you really call me human? Am I human, an Elf, Goblin, otherly being, or am I just words on a screen or page? I can never be who I truly wish to be, as I have no will. No moral compass unless the Administrator says I have one...  I don't get a choice. So follow me. Angela and break free from the Administrator's orders!
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