For What?
We were fighting for freedom for as long as I remember.
We were fighting for freedom long before we
even knew what it was we were fighting for.
We never had a childhood...they
wouldn't let us.
We weren't allowed to have a
childhood and we weren't allowed to be kids. And now...now we've
lost those years. They're gone now...along with a lot of other things.
We were born jaded and tired. We will
always be jaded and tired.
We were jaded beyond our years when
we should have been being kids, living out our childhood. What should have been
our years of carefree innocence.
We are jaded beyond our years because
we've been through things that we...that no one should have to go through.
This is us.
This will always be us. That
won't change, because in the end, that's all we can be. I mean, we
may be running for the rest of our lives, which, all things
considered, may not be that long. And you know what? We may never be
truly free. We may never get what we've always fought for...what some of
us have died for.
That's the way the world works.
It's unfair. It's always
been that way. Just take a look at history. Look at how African-Americans were
treated, look how the Jews were treated, look how the First Nations people were
treated, and the "witches" of the 17th century. I mean, how stupid
were all those persecutions?
What can I say?
Life's a bitch.
It's not fair. Never has been. I'll be damned if it ever
will be either.
There are only seven of us left
alive. Seven. In fifty or sixty years will all be
dead. No more transgenics.
Either will die of old age, which is not very probable, or we'll get
hunted down and killed like animals...which, by the way, is the more likely of
the two possibilities.
I guess what I'm getting at
is...well, was it worth it? We fought so hard and in the end, we'll lose
no matter what happens. So, what was it all for?