Bionic: PROLOGUE

They said we’d be okay


We’d be okay.


But there’s pollution, there’s tyranny.


“All of you must understand…” Their governments said “We’ll make it through the crisis” They even promised.


But all I see is a world in ruins.


All I see is a black world, controlling my transparent heart.


My transparent, sheer cold heart.


“We are sorry, our dear population” Hypocrite ancestors you’ll have, once said “But the blame we won’t take, when your hands didn’t devote into growing this world’s life” politic suckers stated. “We must fight, we must divide” They escaped.


Their words echoed.


“We must survive”



What now? I became a machine.

I narrate trough my blurry memories, my fake liberty.

I watch the wars cross in my eyes, the wounds I have earned as prize, as punishment. But the world is still hurt along with my pride, my old, hollow, forgotten pride.

I just want my old life back, the life my master and I would have back in the yard of our homes, calling after my name, like the beautiful sound of the Harp, life was. I just want the dry water from the oceans to return, humanity to awake, a beautiful world like before. But we are done, we are fighting over the right to live, over exhausted resources.


And now I’m just, his machine.