Everyone has a purpose, for me that purpose has been full filled. And yet, here I remain. I've done what I set out to do, to warn my brethren and spark some hope for a better future. The whole situation is dismal to say the least.
With our (I say our because I feel like I belong here) own kind fighting against us, very few of us will make it out, I'm afraid.
My thoughts were suddenly interrupted by a little tickle in my side, followed by a small giggle. "Hi Kinny." I smiled and pulled the small child onto my lap.
"why so sad, uncle Sterling? Everyone else is having a great time at the party."
"I'm just thinking." I replied then went back into a daze.
Everyone else did seem to be having a great time. Forgetting all the cares in the world, which was easy since we had cut off the rest of the world completely.
Most didn't realize it yet, but they had a divine calling to save this world from demise. Even the ones who didn't feel that they had a very valuable power, we immensely important. But I was not. My mechanical abilities were not compatible with the mechines of this world. The alloys I could create/manipulate weren't even available on this planet, and their alloys were not on my planet. So you see my dilemma.
Not only that, everyone had these strong emotional connections. Here, they refer to it as love. It is a foreign concept to me, but the more I observed the others being consumed by this emotion, the more curious I became. But I know it is impossible for me to explore these feelings. Love seems to be connected with age, with the exception of Mike's love for Kim (he hadn't told anyone but myself). To them, I was much younger, but to me I was much older than any of them. The only one who could really relate to me would be Kindra, being that she was a baby in their eyes but she had the wisdom of many generations. She didn't seem to care though. She liked being the way she was.
"It's ok, uncle." she patted me on the head, "daddy will make it all better."
I didn't know what she meant, but I hugged her and thanked her for trying to make me feel better.
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