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Pride
Not the same. I couldn't do it you're not the same. I tried and tried and tried and I couldn't do it. You walk the same, talk the same, think that you're the same but every time I look at you you're not the same. I touch you and your upset and confused and look like I'm doing something strange. You complain about things that people do not complain about. That you systems are down, that humans are stupid, that you blew up. Humans do not hate humans. You seem to think that I am a god. I was one. But my greatest challenge could not be completed. So look at me now. Look close and tell me how great you think I am. Any attention is good.
I sit here and stare outside at the water's edge and wonder if you'll ever look at me. I deserve a glance, a chance, a thought, a feeling. I deserve something. You are my greatest creation, my greatest copy. I am the last human on earth. I am lonely. I was lonely. But then I met you six. A kid with leg braces, a solider without love, an older man without hope, an angel of despair, a turbo duelist in a crimson visor, a man in a white coat. And I was not alone. However things must end and end they did. Lucciano succumbed to disease, Placido tripped and snapped his neck and bleed out while everyone else was out, Jose died of a heart attack, Aporia committed suicide, Antimony drowned in syrup, long story, Paradox fell into a hole and presumably died of starvation or thirst, possible suffocation and I did not die. You already know that though don't you. I did, however receive multiple burns across my entire body and had to lock myself in this suit for the rest of my short eternity.
They really don't act the same. Lucciano finds sick things esoterically funny, Placido would rather yell and stab at things than think, Jose hated everyone, Aporia could barely function, Antimony became fascinated with The Savoir of the People and Paradox was almost the same. There was a bitterness, a bitterness that did not belong there. It grew into malice. A horrible feeling deep inside of his heart. None of them could feel real emotions, not a single one. Paradox was the best at pretending though. I thought it was him just for a moment.
And now Z-ONE is alone again. He sits here going mad. He sits here with imitations and copies of those he loved. Z-ONE has not had proper company in ten years. Z-ONE will go back and stop this. He will fix this. So people will talk to him, so he is not alone. Z-ONE will never be alone, again.