24 October 2012
**Hey, guys. Well, this is just a fragment of a science-fiction short story I'm writing. I'd reaaalllyy enjoy some feedback, if you can spare it! Anything's appreciated!** ________________________
This whole thing is much more than “research,” and you know it. People pretend not to know, they pretend to be doing their job, looking for a better tomorrow that has been promised to them by the government’s money. They make themselves think that, apart from everything, their actions were born from a “vision” for the greater good. They excuse the things they do—the things they’ve done—by thinking themselves different from the others. By saying to themselves that their reason is viable. But the outspoken secret is that, at the end of the day, this whole thing IS much more than “research;” that’s just a lie told by the government to cover up what is, in everyone’s mind, a much more serious topic.
Weapons.
And they think you don’t know. They think you can’t hear, can’t think. Because to them you’re just an experiment. A number. But you know what they’re doing. The shooting, the bombing, the terror. The pain, the exhaustion, the life-or-death decisions and the inhumane weather conditions, you know, spell war altogether.
And, at the end of the day, you’re the weapon.
G.E. #002 • Opuss № I