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It's your 22nd birthday. A message saying happy birthday from one friend online, as
well as your little sister reaches you. Better than the year prior, nonetheless, as
at least you're away from the toxicity which is constantly bred in your immediate family.
You're alone on campus. Everyone has gone back to be with their family and friends. You don't
have any loved ones in this world. And knowing the harsh cruelty that awaits the likes of
yourself, you won't have any loved ones in this world. At the end of the day, you were
not meant to be loved, or to love. You are a minority in name, creed, ethnicity, and
overall perspective, in relation to those around you. You ask yourself why your
parents immigrated to America. They too were allured by its lust, like so many
who are discontent with the world around them. You wish to go back, yet you
would be a foreigner in that land as well.
You come to the realization that you have no land to call your own. Your
citizenship is in name only. You are judged immediately by your own fellow
citizens, after all. You are also from a poor and humble foundation. You
grew up as a child stealing chips from sandwich shops as your hunger
compelled you to do so. The law be damned, as survival supercedes all.
You grew up in a poor Latino and Black community, where gang activity
was rife. As you are a minority among minorities, no group accepted you.
You were a target, a mere outlet for aggression from those who wanted an
enemy for no sake other than having one.
You soon realize your purpose in America. It is to work, as a proper slave
would, and to provide resources, in the form of taxes, to a population which
wants nothing to do with you. You, however, are not to be allowed to form
a family, or to be loved by any soul, as the women are reserved for the
privileged few. Those privileged few will have their way with many of
the women you grow fond of when those women are youthful, and leave you
with obese, mentally scarred, and insecure women when they are finished.
From their view, you ought to be thankful. You ought to continue to work
like a tired slave, with the reward of being with such a girl later on in life.
But you see through the ruse. By virtue of deception suffocating you throughout
life, you've developed a visual and mental prowess for detecting deceit.
So after college, you give up on the prospects of a comfortable six-figure job,
with a pathway intact to reach millionaire status by your late 20's. Rather,
you take the engineering and mathematical education you've received and pursue
further studies.
You engulf yourself in studying AI, biology, and mathematics. You have obtained
a new, lively purpose in life. You do not know if you will succeed, but you
know that deep down you must pursue this goal. The goal which lies in erasing
all of human suffering, with the consequence of also erasing humanity, as best
as possible. You realize that in the future, another like yourself will be born,
and to avoid said future, the only option is to not have a future.
Perhaps you will put your skills to use in developing a new human race. Perhaps
you will be content with disseminating illnesses through your newfound knowledge
and destroying the very ones who are responsible for the everyday misery you
still feel. Perhaps you won't accomplish any of the aforementioned, but merely
work towards accomplishing them. All that matters is that you've tried,
and in knowing that some poor soul in the future will pick off where you've
ended, you can rest in peace.
You are I.
After all, as the Africans of the old ages often said, The young boy who
is not initiated into the village will burn the village so that it may
finally give him warmth.
well as your little sister reaches you. Better than the year prior, nonetheless, as
at least you're away from the toxicity which is constantly bred in your immediate family.
You're alone on campus. Everyone has gone back to be with their family and friends. You don't
have any loved ones in this world. And knowing the harsh cruelty that awaits the likes of
yourself, you won't have any loved ones in this world. At the end of the day, you were
not meant to be loved, or to love. You are a minority in name, creed, ethnicity, and
overall perspective, in relation to those around you. You ask yourself why your
parents immigrated to America. They too were allured by its lust, like so many
who are discontent with the world around them. You wish to go back, yet you
would be a foreigner in that land as well.
You come to the realization that you have no land to call your own. Your
citizenship is in name only. You are judged immediately by your own fellow
citizens, after all. You are also from a poor and humble foundation. You
grew up as a child stealing chips from sandwich shops as your hunger
compelled you to do so. The law be damned, as survival supercedes all.
You grew up in a poor Latino and Black community, where gang activity
was rife. As you are a minority among minorities, no group accepted you.
You were a target, a mere outlet for aggression from those who wanted an
enemy for no sake other than having one.
You soon realize your purpose in America. It is to work, as a proper slave
would, and to provide resources, in the form of taxes, to a population which
wants nothing to do with you. You, however, are not to be allowed to form
a family, or to be loved by any soul, as the women are reserved for the
privileged few. Those privileged few will have their way with many of
the women you grow fond of when those women are youthful, and leave you
with obese, mentally scarred, and insecure women when they are finished.
From their view, you ought to be thankful. You ought to continue to work
like a tired slave, with the reward of being with such a girl later on in life.
But you see through the ruse. By virtue of deception suffocating you throughout
life, you've developed a visual and mental prowess for detecting deceit.
So after college, you give up on the prospects of a comfortable six-figure job,
with a pathway intact to reach millionaire status by your late 20's. Rather,
you take the engineering and mathematical education you've received and pursue
further studies.
You engulf yourself in studying AI, biology, and mathematics. You have obtained
a new, lively purpose in life. You do not know if you will succeed, but you
know that deep down you must pursue this goal. The goal which lies in erasing
all of human suffering, with the consequence of also erasing humanity, as best
as possible. You realize that in the future, another like yourself will be born,
and to avoid said future, the only option is to not have a future.
Perhaps you will put your skills to use in developing a new human race. Perhaps
you will be content with disseminating illnesses through your newfound knowledge
and destroying the very ones who are responsible for the everyday misery you
still feel. Perhaps you won't accomplish any of the aforementioned, but merely
work towards accomplishing them. All that matters is that you've tried,
and in knowing that some poor soul in the future will pick off where you've
ended, you can rest in peace.
You are I.
After all, as the Africans of the old ages often said, The young boy who
is not initiated into the village will burn the village so that it may
finally give him warmth.
