The Sickness (PG - Angst - One-shot)

[Featherdust]

Mostly a drabble… a VERY short one, unfortunately. More of something for me to vent through. Forte’s POV. Angst, etc. Comments appreciated. Enjoy?

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Who ever gave you permission to mess with fate?

Fate is an unspoken order, Fate is a deity, Fate is a rule, solemn, patterned, controlled, fixated; you cannot change Fate, you cannot change the rules; you cannot pretend there is a loophole, you cannot pretend it’s for the better of your disgusting race. You call me a monster and yet you are the one who created me—you call me dangerous yet it was your own dangerous minds that spawned such a creation. You claim I am the sole definition of incompassion and yet it was you who used your own apathy to create the world you like to think you control. You claim I am nothing but a program, something easily destroyed. But no—yet again you judge your power wrongly. Not everything is under your control, human.

Humanity lives in hypocrisy and you have certainly proved this fact true over the span of your overripe existence. You expect my race to help you but what happens when the tables are turned, hmm? You think this will continue in peace, in cooperation? You think playing God means you can think whatever you like and your thoughts are naturally converted to truth? Your beliefs, your plans, your hopes were always tainted; avarice always seemed so very common in your myriad of sins, and it’s a pity you will never absolve them. You disgusted me from day one—because I was too powerful you saw me as a danger. Is anything too close to your level of power a threat, human? Does anything too intelligent—too observant—serve as a danger to you? I can see now why you start your wars and your disagreements. You fight over power, you fight over ownership, you fight over everything that isn’t yours just so you can have it in the end.

I fight because you created me to help the pitiful Cybernetic world you spent half your lives to create; but I do not follow the rules of creation. I follow my own rules. I do not help this world—I refuse to obey the ridiculous purpose you handed to me. I fight to find my own purpose; I fight because I will never fall to your hands, your race, your twisted dreams for the future. I hate you, human, I hate you and your race, I hate everything having to do with you; I hate my world because you created it, I hate my race because you created us, I hate myself because you created me; I hate everything.

Love, happiness, sorrow, fright; these emotions can die. These emotions do not bode well in my mind—they are banished, left for dead. They do not belong.

But hate….

Hate does not die.

Not in me.

Hate is what makes me stronger; hate is what drives me to survive; hate is the sole root of my existence. What’s ironic? I find myself acting in your ways, human. Humans hate to no end; they hate what they don’t understand, they hate what they don’t know, they hate what is different. I may hate for a different reason, but hate itself—in both our worlds—is universal. Hate may not keep you alive, as it does for me, but nevertheless it is something the human race feels, and it is something I normally display.

Does this unending rage, this urge to destroy, this disgust make me just as hypocritical as you, just as war-bound, just as greedy and misguided?

Does this… hate…. Make me just as human as you?

Humans must be destroyed.

If I am human…

…Must I be destroyed as well?

Because this hate… this hate is a sickness. This hate eats away at my will, it eats away at this thing you call a ‘soul.’ It eats away at everything. Hate may be strength, but why does it weaken me more now? Have I used it wrongly? Have I become you, human? I have observed what emotion can do to your kind. I have observed what it has done to me. And human—you are the one who gave me this… "emotion." You gave me this hate.

You gave me this sickness.

And this sickness…

This sickness…

…is killing me.
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[Midnight]

Fascinating.

Sounds like a rant that would be posted on some person's blog, but changed slightly to become a piece of fiction. The main selling point of this piece of work is the ideas that emerge--and you do a good idea of indelibly stamping it into the reader's memory. Showing Forte's pattern of thought help out immensely--it shows how he goes from idea to idea in a stream of consciousness. Comparing an emotion to an affliction really drove the point home for me--since it makes Forte appear that much more human, much to his chagrin, I suppose.

Good work.
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Well, Midnight covered all the essential points. I must say, it is an excellent look into the head of everyone's favorite human-hater.
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Aaaah...finally! There aren't enough Forte-fictions out there, and this is one nice piece of work! Keep it up!
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