My best friend killed the closest thing I ever had to a mother. When he recreated her, she went insane and had to be sealed away in a cave. We spend years trying to perfect the process, trying to learn how to give a replica the personality and memories of an original, so we could have our Professor back and undo that mistake. Then, one day, he abandons me and the project for no reason and chases me out of the country.
[His tone is rising; he no longer cares that he's in a library and will probably be reprimanded for shouting later.]
The next chance I get to pick it up is by a megalomaniac who wants to kill everyone in the world. But, you know what? I don't care! Because then my life's work won't have come to nothing. He's the one who thought he wanted what's best, by the way; replace the population with replicas of their originals to break a prophesy people seem incapable of deviating from. Of course he's stopped, I'm tossed in jail by the man who killed my professor, I figure out that everything I'd worked for was impossible and a waste of my time, and then I'm brought here, to be tortured and humiliated at will!
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Date: 2011-02-21 09:20 pm (UTC)[His tone is rising; he no longer cares that he's in a library and will probably be reprimanded for shouting later.]
The next chance I get to pick it up is by a megalomaniac who wants to kill everyone in the world. But, you know what? I don't care! Because then my life's work won't have come to nothing. He's the one who thought he wanted what's best, by the way; replace the population with replicas of their originals to break a prophesy people seem incapable of deviating from. Of course he's stopped, I'm tossed in jail by the man who killed my professor, I figure out that everything I'd worked for was impossible and a waste of my time, and then I'm brought here, to be tortured and humiliated at will!
So you tell me! What's left for me to hope for?!