Eh... I just... O.O stopped writing suddenly (actually... slowly...). And then it suddenly scared me... so I'm trying to jump back on the train. Forgive me. -Bows-
Yeah well, it's not done. Or maybe I should leave it like this? I had other plans but I'll keep it like this. Just kidding. I'm going to test my endurance! Your patience! (You all are going to kill me... I know it) I just lost confidence in myself... and everything else... and life is being so weird! I have to go to high school soon, and I don't want to go! So here it is! And so... Enjoy! Or don't and ha ha I can stop writing. I think it's going to end soon, if not, I'll make it end soon!
We separated.
But we still had the same goal.
And we were still both geniuses.
We both wanted to conquer the world.
We both wanted to prove to the world and to our parents the reason for our existence.
The reason why we lived, the reason for why we were born, it was because we had the duty to take over the world.
Two separate geniuses.
Two opposites.
Similar and different.
Only one of us could finish this, and the other... would fall.
And so we were enemies.
And competitors.
We hated each other with all our guts.
And I was going to kick his sorry butt.
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The world suddenly divided into two.
The world falling into our clutches as we reigned separately, still battling.
It was a dark world now.
And there would be no one smart enough to conquer us. And so we made sure.
We burned books and schools, colleges, universities, and libraries.
Knowledge. It must be limited.
We must make sure that the future world will no longer have painful creations like ourselves.
No one must seek perfection.
Perfection is hell.
Love is hell.
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The day would come soon.
It was drawing nearer and nearer.
Tonight I would lie in my bed, and stare into darkness while meditating.
I could hear voices everywhere, and I could hear wailing and screaming.
Why did they cry?
What was crying?
What did it mean to cry?
Who cried?
When do they cry?
Where would they cry?
How... how do they cry?
I still wonder about the thoughts and the feelings of a normal being.
It is the one trouble and thing that remains unlocked to a genius like me.
I know dimensions of things, I know the descriptions of things, the definitions.
But those things... what are they for? They are used to give those things a name.
But what is truth.
When you look at a light, scientists, geniuses, they give it a definition. They give it a reason for it being there.
But they don't really understand, they are only giving it a definition, a description... to make people feel as though they know it all. As though they understand it all.
But the truth, there is no such thing.
Humans understand nothing. Light, it is not light. It is not what we see.
It is something undefined. And it should not be defined. Why do we need reasons, why do we need truth, why do we need names and definitions?
Why should I be defined as a genius, why should people call me different, why should people ask me my reason for living, and why do I need a name? A definition? A goal?
Because then, if we don't have a name, a definition, a reason, truth, or a goal, we wouldn't need to be alive, to live.
Humans were made imperfect so they would have a reason to live. If they were all perfect, why would they need to live?
When I made up my mind to take over the world, my true purpose was hidden inside of it.
I have a different goal.
I have always had a different goal, a hidden goal, a secret goal, my true goal.
It was to make something... I have always been secretly working on this... a plan. A device.
But first, I must take over the world.
And then... be able to live as a normal person.
I just needed to correct my mistake.
Umm... from my memory... -rakes stupid memory- someone wanted me to get rid of books and textbooks... and school. lol. well, um, there you go!