Kyngdom Survival Guide
My name is
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My name is
My name is 99. Professor said that when I came out of the artificial womb, he almost cried. He also said that when 98 heard the news that I was successful, 98 cried for a completely different reason. That is why 98 wasn't good enough. He was too emotional. Perfection means no emotion.
That is why when I was born they put me under several tests to see how I responded. I was starved for three days; I sat blankly in the corner. They shocked me; I never cried. They showed me things that were guaranteed to make any infant smile; I sat emotionless.
The tests they ran showed I was 99.99 percent perfect. Thus my name.
The group of scientists that created us have no title. When they have to they refer to themselves as the Circle, but they work for no one. There is talk of revealing to Catastrophe what they are doing in order to see what he is willing to pay for an army of perfect generals and military leaders.
Because that is what they are trying to do. Create an army of the best strategists and fighters. I am the latest and most likely the last attempt. When I get to the right age they will clone me and create an army.
I don't say this because this is what I want to believe, I say it because it is true. People cannot go further with the human body. Otherwise they would make machines. And I am not a machine. Machines follow orders blindly and can't match the innovative skills of humans. I can assess situations, find weaknesses, plan, go past orders if neccesary, memorize, and think my way out of any puzzle. But like a machine I don't feel anything. Or hardly anything. My pain tolerance is extremely high due to constant injuries that they inflict on me to make me stronger. Also, they genetically modified my brain so that it refuses most pain signals sent to it by nerves. I don't have any emotions, because emotions make people vulnerable and rash.
I am the perfect weapon.
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(July 29, 2017 - 8:38 pm)
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"This is your captain speaking. The transport will land in approximately two minutes. Please fasten restraint belts."
The voice crackles over the intercom, and several of the agents quickly fasten their belts. The lady that was scared of take-off earlier is gripping the seat, her eyes closed.
I can feel the thrusters begin to lose power, and a slight thrum reverberates through the cabin as the landing gear is lowered. Out my window I can see the ground rapidly coming closer.
We touch down with a slight bump, and several people in the cabin let out sighs of relief. The small space quickly becomes even more crowded as all of the agents stand and prepare to unload off the transport.
The man with the red face, the one who talked to me earlier, comes up to me.
"You," he says, his voice showing his dislike, "will come with me."
I nod slightly and follow him out through the exit hatch. The others in the cabin part for us, and a few shoot me fearful glances.
As I clamber down the ladder descending out of the transport, I quickly take in my surroundings.
The sunlight feels strange on my face, as it is only the second time I've felt it in my life. The landscape surrounding the landing pad is bleak and lifeless, with several bunkers clustered at one end.
A concrete path leads from the pad to a looming castle about a mile away. The cold air gives images sharp clarity, and I can see the castle in extreme detail.
Jokull, I think. I had seen it on the maps, as well as learned about it several times. The base was supposed to be almost impenetrable, but I easily picked out several weaknesses in the fortifications.
I am torn out of my thoughts at the arrival of a small vehicle. The agent I followed out of the transport motions for me to get in, and I quickly slide onto one of the seats.
He follows, and soon we are swiftly driving down the concrete path towards the castle.
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(September 9, 2017 - 9:20 pm)
"This is where you will be staying," the man says.
The room is small and lightly furnished, with a four corner bed at one end and a dressing table at another. It had a musty smell, as if no one had lived here for a while.
"When will I get a schedule?" I ask. "Where is Meal?"
"Your schedule has not be determined yet," he says after a moment of pause. "Meals will be delivered to you throughout the day."
"There is a lavoratory through that door there," he continues. "You must stay in your room and not disturb anyone as we have important work to do and don't want a child getting under foot."
He sneers, then turns to walk out the door. The iron lock clangs behind him as the door closes, and I can hear him activating all of the locking mechanisms.
As if a door could contain me.
Quickly taking in my surroundings, I note all of the useful things that could be used as weapons. There is a hair brush and pins on the table, and I regard them with blankness. My hair never ratted or tangled, and I had no use for any hairstyle besides a braid.
There are no windows, but a vent nearby could be used as an escape route. The bedframe's sturdy posts might be useful as a battering ram for the door, but I could pick the locks with no trouble.
I sit down on the bed and prepare for energy conservation. I didn't know when they would feed me, so I had to keep as much energy as possible.
I count to three, and then slip into a haze.
(September 23, 2017 - 10:51 am)
Curiosity. Snark. Confidence. You're not as emotionless as you claim.
(October 1, 2017 - 1:05 pm)
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