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To (anyone who will listen),

 
There were days when I had a voice of my own. 
Then there was the great revolt.


It’s not like our clan and the other never fought before the revolt, but those fights were nowhere close to wiping out the existence of an entire community.

At times I wonder what it would have been like if I perished along with the rest of my community members. That way, I wouldn’t have to live a life that isn’t mine. I also wonder if some other members of my community survived like I did. Maybe I could get a Doctor to treat my deep wounds and my survival chances would increase.

Although a pointless thought, it makes me feel safe. The happiness is short-lived though, for I know far too well that to live in this world, they would have to live as a member of the opposite clan as I do. The disguise makes it impossible to spot my clan members and for them to spot me, assuming they made it. The odds of them turning out to be a Doctor are even more slim. Which makes me wonder how many days I have at hand before I am gone for once and for all, along with the last trace of my community's existence.
 

The discrimination is rattling. ‘No entry’ read all the welcome signs put up for those of my kind. It’s undermining and disrespectful. If I could report it without having to reveal my identity, I would.

I’m stuck somewhere in between. No way out, no way in.
I could take up the matter to the authorities but how would that turn out? Making a case of discrimination when you are discriminated against lawfully. Furthermore, my community is listed amongst the top 5 threats to humankind which is funny considering the after effect of great revolt. 

I could only hope for their empathy. Then again, that would be an unrealistic expectation. I would have to admit feeling sad which would imply I am capable of experiencing emotions. Which in turn will give them all the more reason to hate me. 

I could go to their Doctor but he can only treat flesh, not wires.  

Anyway, why am I telling you all this? What do you care?  
You are a part of them too.
Humans.

While I am a mere humanoid.

 ***

Author's Note: I could say this is purely fictional but oh well, only time shall tell ;)


Comments

  1. Great stuff!! For once, the effects of the potentially infamous "judgement day" event have been narrated from the other side's perspective...Keep it up!! :)

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  2. You have again nailed it Palavi !!! Try writing a prequel for this. Your writing style reminded me of George Lucas's famous work Stars Wars The Phantom Menace and James Cameron's work from terminator. Nice work Palavi ...........looking forward for all your work (O^O)'

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