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"I am become death, the destroyer of worlds." -Robert Oppenheimer
"What may not be expected in a country of eternal light?" – Frankenstein
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PREFACE
It wasn't supposed to end this way, this wasn't how I had imagined I –it wasn't supposed to end at all. Never had it occurred to me that, after everything I had been through, after thinking I knew myself- my private mind- so well, that things could change so completely. We had begun with good intentions, that I can swear, but the whole experience had twisted everything so completely –or perhaps, perhaps just put things truly into perspective- that I no longer knew what to believe. Two months ago I would have never forseen this, it all felt so completely wrong. Even now, as I ran, eyes closed, through the empty, unlit streets an overwhelming sense of the unnaturalness of the whole situation swept through my body like wildfire. This wasn't real, this wasn't happening. I would wake up, and everything would be exactly the same as it had always been. There was no difficult decision looming ahead like a dark rain cloud, there was no guilt to be had.
I had always been the victim, the one willing to die for those I loved. Never had it occurred to me that one day I may be faced with the choice to kill in order to preserve those I held so dearly. Was I able to sacrifice someone else so that my loved ones could continue to live? How could I possibly live with the aftermath of such a choice? If I killed her, if I took her life, would it be an act of selflessness of selfishness?