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A human philosopher once said, "The eyes are the window to the soul". This is true. I have seen it, time and again.
I'm forced to hide mine, behind a mask of hate and cruelty, veagence and indifference. I've looked into many eyes, dying and hopeless, wishing that it would end for them. When it was only the beginning...
I've looked into my master's eyes. Watched them glow with the taste of revenge. Watched them flare at defeat. Too many times.
I've looked into the eyes of that whom I was modeled after. Saw them glint with excitement, widen in surprise...and once, close in pain.
I now look into the eyes of the girl he saves from me, again and again. Her pupils have dialated, growing huge. A result of fear...fear of a monster. Me.
Her eyes are softer, now. Even as I tighten my hold on her throat, she looks up at me with those green orbs. Keeps staring. At me. Into me. Through me.
I'm not real. Not like her. I am cold, fake, indifferent...but I'm not. I shouldn't; it's impossible. But I have feelings. Looks into my eyes- fake eyes, real eyes -and you will see. Anger, hate...confusion.
What am I? Can a fake being still have a soul?
I was created, not born. I'm not alive. But I can die. With no life...I can die. There is no logic in that. 1 plus 2 is 3, 3 plus 3 is 6...but death with no life? Impossible. Illogical.
And yet...and yet...
When it happens, my central processing unit, my 'brain', will, perhaps slowly, but eventually, shut down. I will lose first my auditory functions. Then, in order, my senses of sight, feel, and ability to process complex problems. Soon, I will not know the answer to the age old question: What's 2 plus 2?
Then...it ends. I'm over, never to be resuscitated again.
Many organics believe in an afterlife, where their souls will go to rest.
What about non-organics? Do we have anything resembling an organic soul? Or do we simply cease to exist, our bodies carted off to create another in our place?
I suppose I should end this log now...I shall find the answers to all my questions soon enough.
Why? One day, the real me shall have more power than I, and I will be helpless to stop him. Utterly...helpless...