Ch.16
Freedom
One of the largest faults of humanity is to recognize freedom, without recognizing the repercussion. It is human folly to think that our actions are somehow beyond the laws of physics. Indeed, everything we do has a consequence. We are never truly free from the universe itself, from the effects of our acts.. So how much control should someone our actions effect have over our choice?
For the past ten minutes Vic had been despretly trying to explain the vile that Wyrd had given. He had been talking as he would to a room of PhDs, and it was just going way over their heads. He was trying desperately to make sense, and Ayane was trying desperately to fallow.
She had been out for a walk, and she walked in just in time to hear Baymans last statement, 'That will kill you' and had become very concerned with what were they talking about. She hated feeling ignorant, and so was listening more intently then everyone else.
Vic was obviously become frustrated with himself. He could tell that he wasn't making any sense to them. So he desperately used a cheasey, terrible metaphor. " Have you ever seen a racing movie where there is.... Uhhh.... like a boast type thing.... you know, like a super full?"
Ayane had never actually scene one, they had looked to stupid for her. She did fallow the concept however, and so she nodded with everyone else. She looked at everyone else and would have almost laughed. They were acting like school children, listening so intently, nodding in agreement. She almost expect Vic to say ' good morning' and have everyone else repeat the words, in unison, back.
The only person who seemed to be above this 'class', the bad kid, was Bayman. He obviously had a much simpler explanation for what the vile was, but he remained stone faced and silent. He leaned ageist a post, and every one in a while, Vic would look up from his ranting, and they would lock gazes, then he'd go back to trying to make them understand. As for Bayman, well, he stood with a superior smirk on his face. He was enjoying making Vic sweat.
" Well, it is like that, for your body" Vic continued, excited because he seemed to be making progress. " For millennia people have been fascinated by the prospect of bettering themselfs, though science. Nitzche, for instance, speaks of obber men, who posses certain... qualities normal people can't. In the 30s, Hitler set out to make these ideas a reality. He tried to make a perfect race. He failed, but the idea was plausibly. So, during the cold war, both the US and the USSR, tried to develop a 'super solider.' Donovan and I," He said this meekly, with a very deep scene of sorrow, " Took it to the next leave, instead of enhancing a human, we made one. Anyways, back to what the vile is, it is the ultimate achievement of 3 decades of soviet genetics. It is their super solder formula. Everything, sight hearing, muscles, even nerve transfer time and thinking, are enhanced. But..."
"It causes the engine to overheat, and the car to explode. It is a suicide, 2 weeks, then death." This came from Bayman, obviously board of hearing Vic go on and on and on.
" Is that true?!!!" This was Kasumi, she hadn't left Vics side during the whole 20 minute lecture, and had held onto him loosely. Now, for the first time in over and hour, they released each other. She looked up at him, with a mixture of hurt and fear and anger in her eyes. Ayane, for some strange reason, had the urge to comfort her. She wanted to help the sister she had cursed for the past 10 years. " I am so fucked up," she muttered to herself, realizing how, in one week, she had felt closer to her sister, then she had ever felt in 16 other years.
" I... well... um.... yes, ye it is, though most people die in 1 week." He said, weakly. Kasumi stared at him in disbelief. Then, without a word, she slapped his face, and walked away. That slap looked like it hurt him worse then all of what he had gone through, it was as if all his suffering and pain, could be put into one blow. " It... I.... It" He tried desperately to say something," It was for you, that I was going to do this..."
Kasumi stopped, and every muscle in her body tensed up. She turned, and a stare that would have stopped an entire army, was in her eyes. It was unlike any emotion she had ever felt before, and unlike any she would ever feel again. " You... you... you... you bastered." That was all she got out, before she turned and ran away.
" Wait, it's not like..." Vic said, to the air where Kasumi used to be.
He then, calmly, walked away. He was clearly heartbroken, and Ayane could have sworn that there where tears in his eyes. but he left.
Once he was gone, the room burst into conversation. The women applauded Kasumi for what she had done, they said Vic was out of line. The men, on the other hand, seemed to feel that Vic had done nothing wrong, after all, he hadn't taking it, and even if he did, what was wrong with that.
Ayane, just listened, and thought about how stupid they all sounded. Then she looked down at her wrists, and remembered what he had done for her. She remembered she owed him her life. She remembered most of all the promise she had made to herself, the first night. It appeared to her that fate had given her a chance to repay her debt. It was more then that though, she no longer wished to see him hurt. Even if that meant helping out her bitch of a sister, it was a price worth paying. She walked out, silently, to find Vic.
She found him sitting on the beach, starring into the ocean. He had obviously been crying, but he tried to conceal that fact as she approached. She sat down next to him, and knew exactly what he was going through. That day, that horrid day that had given her scares on her wrist, and one even deeper, in her soul, the day Haytat had had...
" stay away from me, Ayane!!!" Haytay had screamed, and the storm seemed to roar in agreement.
" Why are you so anger? I didn't do anything, I just wanted to help you!!" She said back, with disbelief and saddens, hot tears now running down her check. She had found him about a minute ago, and all he did was curse her.
" You'll never be anything more then a bastard child. A reminder of their foolishness and lust!!! Nothing good can ever come from you !! You stupid bitch, did you honestly think I cared about you?! I was too young a stupid to understand that all you can bring is shame!!! If I could take back what I did, feeding you and all that shit, I would, then you wouldn't be there to cause dishonor!!!!!!!!!"
Ayane snapped back to reality. She didn't want to think of that any more, not ever again. She noticed she, too, was crying, but didn't care. 'He has tried so hard to help everyone, god let me say the right things to help him, They are, Vic and... and ... Kasumi are so happy, dear god, if you have a shred of mercy, don't take that away... please.'
It wasn't the most eloquent prayer, nor was it said by a very faithful women, but she had said it from her heart, and after the, words stared coming to her. " Hi..."
" Hi" He said, he had burred his head in his knees, out of shame, " What did I do wrong, why is she so mad"
" Why?! Well..." She caught herself, she was about to make a pointless joke, at his expense. "Look, she genuinely loves you, and you her. She felt hurt that you would consider such a thing as killing yourself. It makes her feel... unloved."
" But I was doing it for her. What I made, it will... it will .it will" He wept hysterically for a few moments before recovering, " It will KILL HER" He whispered, almost as if he said it any louder, it would happen. " I wanted to save her."
" Yes, but maby she didn't want that, maby she thinks a world without you isn't worth living in." She said this and her voice, her words, reminded her of something Ganard would say.
" It's my job, I have to stop it, I..."
" We, not I. I won't let you do it alone, neither will she..."
" I have to face it alone, she might get hurt, you might get hurt. I must bear my own cross." Vic said.
" But your not alone" Ayane protested.
" I... can't ask you to take such a risk."
" A very wise man once told me that ' life isn't worth living without taking risks.'"
" And how much blood is on that wise mans hands? How many have suffered because of me, how many have died? And how many more are to come? That wise man made your father into a monster, drove you to suicide..."
" Not true" said Anyane " That wise man helped me see that there is more to life then guilt and hatred, and more then happiness. I killed myself because I had no hope left. When you brought me back, I had gotten some, somewhere. No one can make it on their own, I am starting to see that now.. And the price I payed was worth it."
"Ayane, I..." Vic started
" Shhhh. Go find her, what she did hurt her as much as you. You need her, she needs you. Go, find her, before it really is too late. Even if she won't listen, tell her why you did what you did. Don't give up on her, cause if you have no hope, you have nothing...."
Vic embraced her, and they felt the same love that 2 best friends feel for each other. Then he got up and went to find the part of himself he had lost. And she knelt on the beach, and prayed...
Freedom
One of the largest faults of humanity is to recognize freedom, without recognizing the repercussion. It is human folly to think that our actions are somehow beyond the laws of physics. Indeed, everything we do has a consequence. We are never truly free from the universe itself, from the effects of our acts.. So how much control should someone our actions effect have over our choice?
For the past ten minutes Vic had been despretly trying to explain the vile that Wyrd had given. He had been talking as he would to a room of PhDs, and it was just going way over their heads. He was trying desperately to make sense, and Ayane was trying desperately to fallow.
She had been out for a walk, and she walked in just in time to hear Baymans last statement, 'That will kill you' and had become very concerned with what were they talking about. She hated feeling ignorant, and so was listening more intently then everyone else.
Vic was obviously become frustrated with himself. He could tell that he wasn't making any sense to them. So he desperately used a cheasey, terrible metaphor. " Have you ever seen a racing movie where there is.... Uhhh.... like a boast type thing.... you know, like a super full?"
Ayane had never actually scene one, they had looked to stupid for her. She did fallow the concept however, and so she nodded with everyone else. She looked at everyone else and would have almost laughed. They were acting like school children, listening so intently, nodding in agreement. She almost expect Vic to say ' good morning' and have everyone else repeat the words, in unison, back.
The only person who seemed to be above this 'class', the bad kid, was Bayman. He obviously had a much simpler explanation for what the vile was, but he remained stone faced and silent. He leaned ageist a post, and every one in a while, Vic would look up from his ranting, and they would lock gazes, then he'd go back to trying to make them understand. As for Bayman, well, he stood with a superior smirk on his face. He was enjoying making Vic sweat.
" Well, it is like that, for your body" Vic continued, excited because he seemed to be making progress. " For millennia people have been fascinated by the prospect of bettering themselfs, though science. Nitzche, for instance, speaks of obber men, who posses certain... qualities normal people can't. In the 30s, Hitler set out to make these ideas a reality. He tried to make a perfect race. He failed, but the idea was plausibly. So, during the cold war, both the US and the USSR, tried to develop a 'super solider.' Donovan and I," He said this meekly, with a very deep scene of sorrow, " Took it to the next leave, instead of enhancing a human, we made one. Anyways, back to what the vile is, it is the ultimate achievement of 3 decades of soviet genetics. It is their super solder formula. Everything, sight hearing, muscles, even nerve transfer time and thinking, are enhanced. But..."
"It causes the engine to overheat, and the car to explode. It is a suicide, 2 weeks, then death." This came from Bayman, obviously board of hearing Vic go on and on and on.
" Is that true?!!!" This was Kasumi, she hadn't left Vics side during the whole 20 minute lecture, and had held onto him loosely. Now, for the first time in over and hour, they released each other. She looked up at him, with a mixture of hurt and fear and anger in her eyes. Ayane, for some strange reason, had the urge to comfort her. She wanted to help the sister she had cursed for the past 10 years. " I am so fucked up," she muttered to herself, realizing how, in one week, she had felt closer to her sister, then she had ever felt in 16 other years.
" I... well... um.... yes, ye it is, though most people die in 1 week." He said, weakly. Kasumi stared at him in disbelief. Then, without a word, she slapped his face, and walked away. That slap looked like it hurt him worse then all of what he had gone through, it was as if all his suffering and pain, could be put into one blow. " It... I.... It" He tried desperately to say something," It was for you, that I was going to do this..."
Kasumi stopped, and every muscle in her body tensed up. She turned, and a stare that would have stopped an entire army, was in her eyes. It was unlike any emotion she had ever felt before, and unlike any she would ever feel again. " You... you... you... you bastered." That was all she got out, before she turned and ran away.
" Wait, it's not like..." Vic said, to the air where Kasumi used to be.
He then, calmly, walked away. He was clearly heartbroken, and Ayane could have sworn that there where tears in his eyes. but he left.
Once he was gone, the room burst into conversation. The women applauded Kasumi for what she had done, they said Vic was out of line. The men, on the other hand, seemed to feel that Vic had done nothing wrong, after all, he hadn't taking it, and even if he did, what was wrong with that.
Ayane, just listened, and thought about how stupid they all sounded. Then she looked down at her wrists, and remembered what he had done for her. She remembered she owed him her life. She remembered most of all the promise she had made to herself, the first night. It appeared to her that fate had given her a chance to repay her debt. It was more then that though, she no longer wished to see him hurt. Even if that meant helping out her bitch of a sister, it was a price worth paying. She walked out, silently, to find Vic.
She found him sitting on the beach, starring into the ocean. He had obviously been crying, but he tried to conceal that fact as she approached. She sat down next to him, and knew exactly what he was going through. That day, that horrid day that had given her scares on her wrist, and one even deeper, in her soul, the day Haytat had had...
" stay away from me, Ayane!!!" Haytay had screamed, and the storm seemed to roar in agreement.
" Why are you so anger? I didn't do anything, I just wanted to help you!!" She said back, with disbelief and saddens, hot tears now running down her check. She had found him about a minute ago, and all he did was curse her.
" You'll never be anything more then a bastard child. A reminder of their foolishness and lust!!! Nothing good can ever come from you !! You stupid bitch, did you honestly think I cared about you?! I was too young a stupid to understand that all you can bring is shame!!! If I could take back what I did, feeding you and all that shit, I would, then you wouldn't be there to cause dishonor!!!!!!!!!"
Ayane snapped back to reality. She didn't want to think of that any more, not ever again. She noticed she, too, was crying, but didn't care. 'He has tried so hard to help everyone, god let me say the right things to help him, They are, Vic and... and ... Kasumi are so happy, dear god, if you have a shred of mercy, don't take that away... please.'
It wasn't the most eloquent prayer, nor was it said by a very faithful women, but she had said it from her heart, and after the, words stared coming to her. " Hi..."
" Hi" He said, he had burred his head in his knees, out of shame, " What did I do wrong, why is she so mad"
" Why?! Well..." She caught herself, she was about to make a pointless joke, at his expense. "Look, she genuinely loves you, and you her. She felt hurt that you would consider such a thing as killing yourself. It makes her feel... unloved."
" But I was doing it for her. What I made, it will... it will .it will" He wept hysterically for a few moments before recovering, " It will KILL HER" He whispered, almost as if he said it any louder, it would happen. " I wanted to save her."
" Yes, but maby she didn't want that, maby she thinks a world without you isn't worth living in." She said this and her voice, her words, reminded her of something Ganard would say.
" It's my job, I have to stop it, I..."
" We, not I. I won't let you do it alone, neither will she..."
" I have to face it alone, she might get hurt, you might get hurt. I must bear my own cross." Vic said.
" But your not alone" Ayane protested.
" I... can't ask you to take such a risk."
" A very wise man once told me that ' life isn't worth living without taking risks.'"
" And how much blood is on that wise mans hands? How many have suffered because of me, how many have died? And how many more are to come? That wise man made your father into a monster, drove you to suicide..."
" Not true" said Anyane " That wise man helped me see that there is more to life then guilt and hatred, and more then happiness. I killed myself because I had no hope left. When you brought me back, I had gotten some, somewhere. No one can make it on their own, I am starting to see that now.. And the price I payed was worth it."
"Ayane, I..." Vic started
" Shhhh. Go find her, what she did hurt her as much as you. You need her, she needs you. Go, find her, before it really is too late. Even if she won't listen, tell her why you did what you did. Don't give up on her, cause if you have no hope, you have nothing...."
Vic embraced her, and they felt the same love that 2 best friends feel for each other. Then he got up and went to find the part of himself he had lost. And she knelt on the beach, and prayed...