A/N: I'm thinking about things a lot more often now...
This isn't my best, but I just wanted to try it out.
Disclaimer: I do not own SRMTHFG in any way, shape, form, parallel universe ect.
The First Version
I remember seeing.
Imagine rising joy in your chest as you watched a little monkey move, and flex the joints in his hand... Your successor.
Vague scenes...
There is a man, over there, in the corner...
Images...
What's happening to his face?!
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I remember listening.
"Dearest Nova..."
Laughing sentences...
"Oh, Otto, get down from there!"
Words...
"Goodbye..."
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I remember feeling.
Imagine squealing in delight as you fingered the gaps between the metal on your arm...
Texturous wonders...
So smooth and cold, your hands can't stand it...
Emotions...
What's going on? Why won't anyone tell you?
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I remember speaking.
"You weren't the first..."
Hysterical yelling...
"You were lucky!"
Threats...
"You don't deserve all you have..."
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That is all I can remember. I was meant to remember more. I was also meant to be destroyed.
Because of what I did, or maybe what I said... I don't really know... Perhaps it was my extent of knowledge... Or maybe I did not know enough to be of any worth...
Just BECAUSE, I was met with a fate I never should have suffered...
All I have left are my senses to provide with information, and the scrap of memory for a past. I don't even know what I am... I don't know who I am... Those words I've heard those around me say, those final words... The surges of emotion that I know that I have felt... The horrible scenes I witnessed... That's all I have left.
That fate was theirs. Not mine. The fate to forget everything they had... It wasn't supposed to be me! I wasn't one of them...
I was only the first version.
Weird, isn't it? I probably won't elaborate on this, it was just an idea that I had to put down. But you can still review!
Okay, quick post script note. This is probably confusing. I was thinking that if the Alchemist was working on something like the Monkey Team, he wouldn't snap his fingers and say, "Robots!". And then snap his fingers two seconds later with, "Monkeys!" He'd need a basis of a robotic body, he'd need to test out prototypes and see if organic creatures could cooperate with commands from a man-made brain, but before that he'd need to develop a brain that worked in robots in the first place. Say, a 'positronic brain' (My, er, love of Isaac Asimov science-fiction somewhat inspired this fic...). He'd need a dummy. Someone or something that could respond to the brain's orders and take in information of its surroundings. Preferably a part-natural someone or something, but if you can't get it you just got to get use to it. It could have been a machine that could only move its fingers when it was told. This fic was incredibly vague, because the character was vague also, the first version of something a lot bigger.
I told you it was weird.