Hey, kid. If you're reading this...that means I've probably gone into hiding or Amber killed me. I don't really care either way, but I thought I'd give you sort of a parting gift. Not so you'll remember me, but maybe it will help you through some tough times, help you learn how to man up and take on the world. Yeah, I know about your whole life story now. Everyone does, it's been all over the news. And it kind of made me realize that we have a lot more in common than you might think.
Well, of course I never was manipulated by my batshit crazy father to keep me sick for most of my young life. That's rough. Actually, I hardly even remember what I was like when things were...relatively normal. And truth be told, I really don't want to remember anymore. I'm giving over my memories to you so that they'll stop burdening me and maybe help you. So. Back to my awkward eleven year old self. I believe the year was 2037, and Rotti was still working his way up his ladder of power. GeneCo was still in beta, disease was ravaging the land, and organ repossession was just about being ready to be legalized. I was a nothing, just a stupid boy that not even his parents worried over. God I don't even remember my real name...all I can remember is that my parents fell gravely sick. And they were beyond help.
I don't think I cared, though. I mean...they ignored my existence so why should I mourn over two people who wouldn't do the same for me? I did bury them, however. It's the least I could do. The only problem of not having parents was that I didn't have a stable home, either. And people were becoming very selfish and untrusting of other people. How could they trust strangers? They were filled with disease. So I figured the safest place for me would be in the graveyard, because honestly. What disease would want to prey on dead flesh? So I set up a new little home in a small mausoleum a few rows down from my parents' hole. It definitely wasn't comfortable and the only food I could rummage up for myself was rats. Yeah. It was bad. But I learned to deal with it and I stayed that way for at least two weeks.
During one late night, I heard something strange outside, so I was quiet and took a look for myself. Someone was digging up my parents...or people, rather. Four people, and they seemed quite a lot older than me. And they were all talking some nonsense about human anatomy and other shit I couldn't understand. I tried sneaking behind tombstones to try and get closer, but I stepped on a stick and they instantly caught onto me.
I tried to hide, but it obviously wasn't working. I was found by one of them, and he stood over my cowering body with a sort of condescending smirk. And your life really does flash before your eyes when you think you're gonna die. It's just a shame my life was stupidly boring at that point. But man, was I in for the ride of my life.
