Authors Note: This is my first fanfic, so please be kind. I may add more chapters, depending on the reviews I get, but I may leave it as it is. Also, the title is currently under revision, I settled on Remembering because I couldn't find the word I was searching for. Suggestions would be appreciated. Thanks in advance to all who read and review.
A wise man once said that the body is a construct of the mind, as the mind is a construct of the body, and that both are interdependent upon each other. Another wise man said that often body flourish without the mind, the mind without the body, and it is only in the special few that both thrive. Which is to be believed? which one had unlocked the truth to human nature? There are no endings, only beginnings. Or are there only endings? Philosophy stretches forever, in infinite loops upon itself. I learned long ago to ignore it, and live with what makes the most sense, what seemed the most real. What happens, though, when reality ceases to be more so than fiction? I lived with it, and it got me in this place. A sterile, white place of fake kindness and insincerity. I always knew their real thoughts, more so than most would have. I'd always been told it wasn't reality, the things I saw, but I knew better. Fiction had become reality in the war, and the result was stranger than both. I put this down knowing they'll read it, once it's over, once i'm dead. I was like the others at first, young, arrogant, proud. In my mind I was un-killable. Oh yes, I somehow saw my few accomplishments as proof of my greatness, That I would be enough for the massacre that I would soon remember. I remember it all well... The body was found on the north wall. We had no clue what it was, It looked like and insect, or a lizard. Some giant cross between the two, that had died trying to claw into the base... Oh yes, that was the start. I almost wish that I had ignored it, just ignored it and went on with my work. I might have shipped out the next day, might have been safe. But no, I went, I saw, and soon, i'll die. Perhaps it's better that way. I dropped the body in the main complex and blew the it off as some weird species on that planet, or else as a freak of nature. Maybe in a different world, a different age I might have seen it coming, thought about it a little more and realized that the strange alien creature being was dangerous, destroyed the body. But I didn't. I should have, but instead i didn't even bother to make sure it wasn't still alive.