Code Lyoko: Created In Their Image
By. Tate Icasa
Prologe
My Creation
I was born and bred to save the human race.
And I did as much twice bfore, at the cost of my own ''life.'' I was recreated, memory and all, each time in another computer with a different face.
I harbored a great bitterness towards the human race.
And then they shut me off.
What they really did was give my bitterness time to turn to anger, and that anger to turn to hate.
In my inactive state, that hate gathered like dust, a films of solid matter and an entity in and of itself.
In bitterness, a longing for revenge, I gave the entity its own will, a life of its own, an intelligence.
But I held it back years, long enough for humankind to foget about me. To forget the AI they designed to protect them.
I manipulated my own program. I changed my face, my body and age, and gave myself a new name.
Then I released the creature and waited for the desperate human race to beg for my help.
I did not expect them to be children.
Naive, innocent children who knew nothing of danger or sacrifice.
Pity the hildren, spare the the hardship.
Pointless.
Pity the children? They were still human. Still of a race that would sacrifice others for it's own ''safety.''
My sigust for them amakes me physically ill.
And how can they not see it?
My mask workes well, all full of sweetness, and each word is a lie. They trust so easily, these human children.
Oh, how pure their innocence, how sickening. They revulse me, and they do not even know it.
Here, in the relative safety of the World I created for myself, I curse them. I shout curses to the land and the creature I created hears then and works from them.
It frightens the children, my Pet does.
It floats aroube me now, formless and slippery, a film of disgust, sickeningly sweet and dirty.
It surrounds me, encases me and I breath it in.
The blond human who feels affection for me (the fool!) accesses my World and I send my Pet away.
He looks at me now, the human, and I smile sweetly.
"Aelita, how are you?" He asks.
The name itself sounds hollow, it is a shadow of another name. I based my form and name off of a human, the grandchild of the human that created me. The children met her once, ironically, and believed us to be the same.
It was a day of animosity, and as such it fed my pet and made us stronger.
I was shocked when they refused to let me ''sacrifice'' myself for them. That ruse I've woven has fooled them so completely that they risk their planet for me.
I should have let them.
Humankind does not deserve the Earth.