Fate Behind Dark Lenses
"I just wish I knew what I am supposed to do." -Neo
I am invincible as though it may seem. I am also human. Only human and nothing can change that. If my eyes were not covered by dark lenses a passerby might be able to spot fear, even anger. But here, in this place, at this time, these lenses will always cover my eyes. Of all the questions I needed answered at the beginning of my life in the real world, I never had a chance to know the reasons for wearing such glasses. It wasn't important. Nor is it now, yet I can help but wonder if it is only a diversion to hide our fear. Why must we hide the one emotion that accompanies all of humanity? If our ultimate goal is to save what remains of it, why must we do so as cowards? Then again, why must we show emotion at all? Is invincibility not enough?
I know death. I know it only because I have felt it run through my body in the form of ten bullets to my chest. My heart ceased to pump blood to my weary and aching body, yet somehow, I felt myself watching the entire scene from a distance. There was disbelief; I won't deny it, for more reasons than none. There was no pain, only disbelief, and for the first time since my rebirth, I realized that I am in fact only human, nothing more. I was gone. The life poured out of me in the form of blood, human blood spilled onto the world of artificial intelligence, the world of what is not real. This was not real, it couldn't be. I wasn't going to let it be real, and neither would she.
Air. It was the first thought. I had to breathe, and I had to get up and fight for my freedom and my people. So I fought, as I continue to do today on this unknown day, just as I was meant to do. Before this life, I didn't like fate, the idea that I have no control over my life and my choices. But in this life, where I am invincible, I've realized that without fate, I would be lost as would be my people, and these lenses would not cover my eyes. I would have no future and nothing to live for. This life is a dilemma, so many choices to make; all of them meaningful in this war that man himself created long ago even before the birth of my father's father, whoever he may be. There are so many things I do not know. I know that my legs refused to walk at the beginning because I had never taken a step in the real world. I know that my eyes hurt because I had never truly used them before. They say now that they see wisdom in my eyes, knowledge and experience. If this is truly so, then why am I yet to understand the meaning of my existence in the path shown to me? How can I be invincible if the road in front of me is unclear? Will the prophecy tell my which door to open? Is the prophecy true?
As I fight, I see the light at the end of the hall. If this is the end and the answer to all of my questions, then is it finally time to take off these glasses so I can see with my own eyes as I end this war so humanity will prosper once again? As I near this light, I'm not sure if I should be doubtful or hopeful about this fate. I don't know the answer to that question because I cannot see beyond the door. I do know that I am still invincible and that I will succeed if the prophecy is true. It has to be true. I've come this far, so it must be. If it wasn't so then I would not be who they say I am. They believe I am their savior and my hands will bring an end to this war. They say that I am the One and I am invincible. I believe them. I believe it is my destiny, my fate. If this wasn't the purpose of my existence, then these glasses would not be covering my strength. I choose the last door. It is my fate.
"I just wish I knew what I am supposed to do." -Neo
I am invincible as though it may seem. I am also human. Only human and nothing can change that. If my eyes were not covered by dark lenses a passerby might be able to spot fear, even anger. But here, in this place, at this time, these lenses will always cover my eyes. Of all the questions I needed answered at the beginning of my life in the real world, I never had a chance to know the reasons for wearing such glasses. It wasn't important. Nor is it now, yet I can help but wonder if it is only a diversion to hide our fear. Why must we hide the one emotion that accompanies all of humanity? If our ultimate goal is to save what remains of it, why must we do so as cowards? Then again, why must we show emotion at all? Is invincibility not enough?
I know death. I know it only because I have felt it run through my body in the form of ten bullets to my chest. My heart ceased to pump blood to my weary and aching body, yet somehow, I felt myself watching the entire scene from a distance. There was disbelief; I won't deny it, for more reasons than none. There was no pain, only disbelief, and for the first time since my rebirth, I realized that I am in fact only human, nothing more. I was gone. The life poured out of me in the form of blood, human blood spilled onto the world of artificial intelligence, the world of what is not real. This was not real, it couldn't be. I wasn't going to let it be real, and neither would she.
Air. It was the first thought. I had to breathe, and I had to get up and fight for my freedom and my people. So I fought, as I continue to do today on this unknown day, just as I was meant to do. Before this life, I didn't like fate, the idea that I have no control over my life and my choices. But in this life, where I am invincible, I've realized that without fate, I would be lost as would be my people, and these lenses would not cover my eyes. I would have no future and nothing to live for. This life is a dilemma, so many choices to make; all of them meaningful in this war that man himself created long ago even before the birth of my father's father, whoever he may be. There are so many things I do not know. I know that my legs refused to walk at the beginning because I had never taken a step in the real world. I know that my eyes hurt because I had never truly used them before. They say now that they see wisdom in my eyes, knowledge and experience. If this is truly so, then why am I yet to understand the meaning of my existence in the path shown to me? How can I be invincible if the road in front of me is unclear? Will the prophecy tell my which door to open? Is the prophecy true?
As I fight, I see the light at the end of the hall. If this is the end and the answer to all of my questions, then is it finally time to take off these glasses so I can see with my own eyes as I end this war so humanity will prosper once again? As I near this light, I'm not sure if I should be doubtful or hopeful about this fate. I don't know the answer to that question because I cannot see beyond the door. I do know that I am still invincible and that I will succeed if the prophecy is true. It has to be true. I've come this far, so it must be. If it wasn't so then I would not be who they say I am. They believe I am their savior and my hands will bring an end to this war. They say that I am the One and I am invincible. I believe them. I believe it is my destiny, my fate. If this wasn't the purpose of my existence, then these glasses would not be covering my strength. I choose the last door. It is my fate.