#horrific experimentation? preposterous

[roseofhybrids]

Since Drone Tessa is catatonic following her rather unpleasant discovery Cyn proceeds to fix her by using so much brainwashing that she thinks she’s fixing damaged drones (actually humans and drones) alike by turning them into disassembly drones and sees Cyn as a mother-like figure who fixed her and made her a superior being.

"Why are there lungs in the drones?"

"Geez, Tessa, how else do you expect them to breathe?"

"But... robots don't need to breathe?"

"Course they do, there's lungs in there after all-"

[thetypedwriter]

Wilder Girls Book Review by Rory Power

Wilder Girls Book Review by Rory Power

I didn’t know this until the end of the book, but apparently Wilder Girls is supposed to be a female version or retelling of Lord of the Flies. 

Now I’ve read the Lord of the Flies probably three times now and there was nothing other than the survival element on an island that makes me think the two novels are even related. 

Wilder Girls by Rory Power is about a group of girls stuck on an island after their boarding school, Raxter Academy, befalls a horrific evolution known as the Tox. 

After killing most of the adults on the island, the Tox continues to contaminate the girls, the wildlife, and the entirety of the environment on the island, making living creatures go feral, violent, and rotting-especially the girls. 

The book adopts an almost in medias res approach-or, known as in the middle of things -where we are not shown any of this happening. 

Instead it has been years since the Tox first took its toll, the survivors are diminishing day by day, the girls remaining are starving, infected by the Tox in some terribly grotesque way, and desperate for a cure. 

I genuinely think I would have liked this novel better if it had taken a Lord of the Flies approach and showed us from the beginning how the Tox descended, the madness and chaos it caused, and then the destructive aftermath that followed. 

But no, instead we are told all of this trauma and are expected to feel bad and sympathetic towards these angry characters whom we haven’t bonded with or seen experience any of these atrocities firsthand, but I’ll get more into that later. 

After taking way too long to introduce you to the island, the Tox disease, and how the girls operate on it, the plot slowly starts to trudge along when arguably the main character, Hetty, is chosen as a Boat Girl in lieu of her best friend and crush, Reese. 

The position of Boat Girl now awards Hetty the opportunity to leave the safety net of the school and its forbidden gates and travel with the other Boat Girls and one of the only adults on the island named Welch in order to receive supplies from the Navy that sends food periodically to the island. 

After her first trip however, Hetty learns that not all is what it seems on the island and that more than one person has secrets they’re keeping.

 Dark and deadly secrets. 

What unfolds is a bewildering tale of Hetty’s best friend Byatt being taken in by the Tox and stolen away, a rescue mission undertaken by Hetty and Reese in order to get her back, the unraveling of the island, snippets of Byatt’s POV as she’s being experimented on in order to find the cure, and a anticlimactic ending that left me bereft of any kind of satisfaction or contentment. 

This book was...trying too hard to be something that nobody asked for. 

A female retelling or re-imagining of Lord of the Flies is an interesting concept and I would be extremely curious to see the social and emotional differences it would have made having an entire female cast versus an entire male cast, but that is not what this book is. 

Other than being on an island and trying to survive, almost every element of the book is different. Lord of the Flies deals with concepts like the loss of innocence, nature versus civilization, and the inherent evil budding within each human being when driven to the extreme. 

You could argue that Wilder Girls has loss of innocence maybe, but the themes stop there. First off, there are adults in this novel and the girls cater to them accordingly. I never once forgot that Hetty, Byatt and Reese were teenagers. They read like teenagers. They act like teenagers. 

A third of the way through Lord of the Flies and you forget entirely that most of the characters are under aged 12 versus the sixteen and seventeen years old of Wilder Girls. 

The survival elements differ as well. In Lord of the Flies they have to learn to cooperate and survive on the island by hunting, gathering, and creating a social hierarchy. 

In Wilder Girls, the hierarchy is already in place with the headmistress of the school and they are given supplies (most of which is destroyed or dumped out by the way). 

I couldn’t actually believe that the book was telling me that these girls survive off a piece of jerky and the battery acid flavor of old soup and still living? And walking? And going to shooting practice?

The actual conditions these girls lived in was preposterous more than it was sad and I spent half the book with my head cocked trying to reason if people could even survive under such circumstances (I don’t think so, not for this long of a time). 

The comparisons just don’t cut it for me. 

To me, this book came across way too much as Rory Power trying to be symbolic, deep, and riveting and instead I was confused, bored, and unsympathetic. 

I cried at the end of Lord of the Flies. 

At the end of Wilder Girls, I flipped the page and was astounded to find that the book had ended. It didn’t even read like an ending. I thought it was just another chapter. 

It was so abortive and feckless that I genuinely thought pages were missing only to discover the acknowledgments part of the book came next, followed by a deleted chapter I didn’t give a crap about, and then discussion questions. 

Now, I don’t know who actually decides if a book gets discussion questions, it could be the publisher, the editor, the author, I have no idea. But I found the idea of giving this book discussion questions before it earned its merit was so pretentious it made me dislike it even more. 

This whole book just missed the mark for me. 

Power does have some good writing, but she tries too hard in my very subjective opinion. A lot of the writing was wordy and theatrical and I would get bored with all the waxing and waning of the characters and descriptions. 

The experimental writing bits with Byatt were downright miserable for me. I ended up skimming most of them. They were half-worded, half-formed, barely coherent thoughts and phrases and I understand that that was the point, but instead of intriguing or symbolic I found it irritating and a waste of time. 

I know I’ve been incredibly harsh on this book review and I’m sure there are many of you that would disagree with me seeing as this book was a New York Times Bestseller, but there was nothing in this book that landed for me personally. 

The characters were...semi-interesting but I felt like they didn’t get the development or proper exploration I needed to actually like them because the setting and the situations were so dire and ridiculous that it constantly robbed them of any kind of empathetic or human moment. 

I do really enjoy the idea of having an almost entire female centric novel but there are other books out there that accomplish that and a female/female romance much better in my opinion (Girls of Paper and Fire for instance). 

In the end, it’s safe to say that I didn’t enjoy this novel very much. I would have liked to see these characters before the Tox, to see their downfall, their pandemonium, their change and growth and regression as characters due to their world ending as they knew it. 

Then, when the Tox does come and the world goes upside down, the feelings and relationships of the characters would have much more meaning than being told what had happened and expected to care like I was and couldn’t bring myself to, even at the end. 

Recommendation: Read Lord of the Flies instead. 

Score: 4/10

[jimlingss]

Annihilation of You [1/2]

Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 (finale) Words: 8.4k Genre: Fluff, Slight Crack, Soulmate!Au, Evil Genius!Au, Post Apocalyptic!Au  Summary: You have one goal: destroy the world. Only one thing stands in your way: your soulmate. Looks like you’re going to have to destroy him first. → Inspired by this and this.

You will destroy the world.

Mankind will be eradicated and the plains will be ravaged. The human species will be vaporized and Earth will be brought back to it’s previous natural state; luscious greenery and vegetation with thriving lifeforms. Warm sunlight will filter through tall and overgrown trees, animals will return to their indigenous habitats and the air will become freshly crisp once more.

No longer will decaying bodies lay on dirt. No longer will the smog pollution fill the sky in shades of brown and gray. The selfish desires of the elite and the mindset of materialism won’t rule over hearts, blind eyes with greed. War won’t be a word in the dictionary or a concept in existence.

No one can stop you.

MUHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAA!

“Your. evil. laugh. is. quite. reaching. its. ultimate. form. of. excellency. Y/N.” Elise speaks with a monotone voice. It’s unemotional and flat - exactly the way you made her. Perfect.

You swivel around in your chair. “Silence, Elise.”

A hundred years ago, civilization fell to absolute shit when leadership was held by immature individuals. Strained diplomatic relations resulted in one country nuking another's and the other nuking everyone. If that wasn’t bad enough, a top secret lab somewhere in the desert was broken into. Experimental monkeys ended up running rampant on the streets.

Apparently, the government had been purposely trying to develop a disease to drop in enemy territory but from the burglary, the virus was set loose into the world. As one may expect, an epidemic immediately broke out. It made the dead walk with an undying thirst for living human flesh. These mindless creatures were called ‘zombies’ or at least that’s what you read in the historical books.

Fortunately, in approximately fifty years from the initial outbreak, all the zombies rotted to death.

Billions had died but there were still a handful of fighting (rather lucky and miraculous) survivors out there, building their way back into the world in sophistication and paving a way for civilization once more. But you didn’t feel an ounce of fascination - not even as a child. You facepalmed and groaned, covering your face with the white pages of the worn book.

Why were humans such idiots?

They were simply going to repeat everything over again. People never learn. They were going to run this planet to the core before they’ll realize. Sure, you could just migrate to another planet but you wouldn’t be able to sleep at night with the thought of these idiotic species raging in existence.

Thus, for as long as you could possibly remember, you had a dream to end humanity once and for all.  

“Perfect! Perfect!”

Another stream of menacing laughter leaves parted lips. Your fingers tap furiously over the keyboard, screen flickering to show the progress of the rockets currently lying dormant underground.

“The. progress. is-.” Elise emits her speech through the speakers. “-at. exactly. ninety-point-zero. percent. Approximately. three. months. until. completion. and. detonation.”

“Right on track.” You mumble under your breath. It takes one simple push to move from your console computer desk to the engine in the corner.

It’s a chunk of metal with wires running inside the box, circuits shooting out as you flip the switch. It screeches a horrendous pitch as it boots up, the screen lighting to blind your eyes. It may take up quite a bit of space but it works and you can’t be bothered to modify it to a smaller size - not when you’re working on eliminating human kind.

“Show me.”

Your voice commands the machinery and it responds with a dry “activating”.

You had assembled this mechanism decades before, an idea that had been in the works and only tangible a few months ago after innumerable amounts of tweaking. The incompetent would call it a ‘future portal’. But it isn’t. It’s plainly artificial intelligence that measures tendencies, personalities and patterns. It assesses the probability of what is most likely to occur and displays it.

Ninety-nine percent accuracy.

Unfortunately for you, it only shows three months in advance. It busts every time you attempt to look farther into the future and the accuracy halves. Nevertheless, it does not matter. You’re on schedule. Nothing else can possibly happen. You’re going to wipe out this world either way.

“Exhibiting…....” The words flash across the monitor. “Three months from today….”

It suddenly goes black and you mutter a curse, ready to slam the machine but then it illuminates again, so bright that you hold your hand up to your eyes, wincing away. “What the-”

Laughter. It isn’t menacing. It isn’t ominous or threatening. It doesn’t loom darkness over sunlight, doesn’t rise goosebumps on skin or cause vicious animals to shudder. It’s the type of laugh...or rather...giggle that bubbles from the heart and swelled cheeks sore from smiling. It’s a sound so unlike your evil snickers. It’s genuine and light, floating like innocent clouds.

It’s disgusting.

And it’s your voice. It’s your laughter.

“What the hell?” A breathless whisper leaves your mouth and you hesitate to bring down your arm. Though once you do, for the first time in eternity, you’re utterly baffled.

Your jaw drops, your pupils dilate and your heart palpitates at a dangerous pace. You fall back into your swivel chair and you nearly faceplant onto the floor. “Oh my god.”

It’s you. on the screen. in the arms. of. a. male.

He’s embracing you from behind, hands clasped together at your stomach. He smiles down, eyes crinkling with a soft expression. Most importantly...you’re looking up at him with an endeared look as if he’s your everything. And the both of you are SWAYING?! TOGETHER???????????????????????????????

“What the-” You’re unable to comprehend the fuzzy film in front of you, instead choosing to pound your fist on the table. “Show me the second most likely future.”

The engine hears your command and the monitor flickers.

This time the stranger is holding a bouquet of flowers with a sly smirk, presenting it in front of you while you’re in a...flustered form?!?! Impossible! There must be a malfunction within the system. You don’t even allow other living lifeforms into your dome.

“Show me the third future!” You scream a command, howl ricocheting off your metal ceiling.

The third future shows the stranger. The fourth, fifth and sixth occupy his smiling face. Your hand meant to type out codes of destruction are held by his. Ugh. He’s pecking you on the cheek, on the forehead, on the edges of your knuckles. Needless to say, it’s horrific. Your worst nightmare. An absolute abomination!

It’s when you see the seventh, when your mouth is curled upwards and you’re murmuring an ‘I love y-’ when you decide enough is enough. Your clenched fist hurls itself at the keyboard and the screen goes dark, aware of your outrage and shutting off automatically.

“Elise.” You spit her name past gritted teeth.

None of the futures even include the extinction of humans.

She replies as you run a frustrated hand through your hair. “What. can. I. do. for. you. your. greatness.”

“Identify this male mortal.”

When you push your swivel chair back to the main console, the humongous screen that’s nailed onto the entire expanse of the wall shows a standard picture of the stranger. The image rotates to show his entire body, fully clothed of course. You don’t need to be blinded. “His. name. is. Kim. Seokjin.”

“Kim. Seokjin. is. sixty. three. kilograms. in. weight. and. his. height. is. one. hundred. seventy. nine. centimeters. He. is. age. twenty. four. He. is. in. prime. condition. for. procreation.”

You groan into your hands, waving the air to silence her. It takes a full moment before you sharply inhale and sit straight with undeterred calmness. “Where is he located?”

She states motionlessly, “A. developing. town. exactly. nineteen. kilometers. west.”

Humans. Didn’t they know that you built this home with the intention of living in complete isolation? Since when did they move so quickly? Were they planning to pillage the land again and overpopulate themselves? Above all, why didn’t you notice beforehand? Were you really that focused on your task that you failed to see? Nineteen kilometers is merely four hours on foot. If some fool decided to walk in one direction for all of that time, they would certainly run into your abode.

You make a note to later set up an invisible shield around the grounds to conceal yourself.

“What is his personality? His habits and natural tendencies?” You lean in close. “His weaknesses.”

Your computer program takes a long moment before answering, running through the database and data processor, all known history and encyclopedias. You’re holding in your breath, closing your eyes to prepare for the spew of material but then- “insufficient information.”

“Elise. Tell me.” You inhale a steady breath. “How likely is it...that he will be in my future?”

You’ve held in the temptation to scream your head off, to slam your shiny keyboard and break your extensive computer monitors. Never in your life before have you felt so out of control.

No one can stand in the gateway to your goal. Not that you’d exactly want to but in a heartbeat, you’ll annihilate anyone who stands in your way-

“One hundred percent.” Elise says. “He. is. someone. you. may. call-”

Preposterous. The word that she speaks, the very concept of it, is not suppose to exist. It’s an idea with the purpose of fulfilling recreational pleasures in romanticized novels and movies. It goes against the very core of science, biology and mathematics. But Elise is never wrong. No. She is your artificial intelligent servant, assistant to you and head of your entire engine. She is the entire foundation of the dome. You built her to be foolproof. Perfect.

She is incapable of lying. If she isn’t wrong, then she speaks the truth.

“-soulmate.”

It’s a tiny obstacle. A crack in your flawlessly paved path. A bump in the road. It may be small but it still stands in your way. Without hesitation, you’re already aware of the next course of action.

You’re going to have to annihilate the so-called Kim Seokjin.

//

The sunrays beam down past the black clouds, making you scowl at the natural brightness. You were used to your white artificial lighting, automatically able to adjust to the size of your pupils and to avoid straining your eyes. If that wasn’t any bad then you were certainly despising the way dirt was surrounding your clean shoes. What you were glad for, however, was that the measly humans had buried all the dead bodies surrounding the area. At least they weren’t that idiotic to leave decaying flesh above ground to manifest more diseases.

The town reminded you of the medieval era, an image you remember directly out of the encyclopedia. Like the barren land surrounding the region, it is hues of sepia and gray, somber and shabby with maze-like alleyways. Their homes are made from timber frames and brick roofs, the tallest of ones only two stories high. The meager dwellings are of stone and even straw. However, unlike the actual medieval times, humans had already been through this part of history. Despite their lacking construction abilities as they have yet to build machinery to improve the process, their law and order was still modernized.

You estimate that it wouldn’t take long, perhaps only a few decades, before humanity can recover from their losses and build modern society again. But that isn’t any of your problem. You’ll end them before they get the chance. You just have to find him.  

“There he is…” You mutter to yourself, a habit you find no sense in fixing. “What is he doing?”

You’re hidden in the shadows, behind a thick trunk of a birch tree. A black clock adorns your body, hood risen to conceal your features in case someone were to catch a glimpse. More importantly, in your hands, fingers curled around the trigger, is a ray gun. With one shot, he’ll disintegrate into ash, zap into dust. And all your complications will dissolve as quickly as his scream will muffle in his annihilation. One pull, one second, one beam that will fire from the muzzle and he will cease to exist!

“Muhaha-” A mute cackle befalls from your lips but as quickly as it came, it suffocates in your throat. Your eyes double and you peer closer to the scene unravelling - it’s him. “What the..”

The thin trees with curling branches become motionless as the whipping wind stills, a few leaves twirling down to the ground. The cloud shifts, black smog cleared by the yellow luminescent light; it casts a soft glow around his form, his skin soaking in the warmth and eyes flaming with a twinkle. Your breath hitches, heart batter against your chest like a knuckle to a door, pleading for permission to enter. And you despise how cliché it all is - how time feels like it stops, how you can feel and not logically scrutinize why you sense a link to him. It’s as if there’s an invisible silk ribbon, tying yourself to him and him to you, putting you at mercy to his hand.

A curse sounds past your breath.

He is dressed in a rugged plaid shirt, shabby clothing that unfortunately doesn’t take away from his objective handsome outer appearance. But what irritates you even more is the idiotic, foolish grin that adorns his face. His cheeks are swollen, eyes are crinkled into ignorant bliss as he assistants the elderly lady with her heavy brown bags. Elderly. A human far past their prime and no longer useful for procreation nor their knowledge, years of wisdom flown away with their awareness.

The stranger, Kim Seokjin, crouches down to grab her bags and smiles once more as she loops her arm around his bigger one, helping to walk across the alleyways. Without realizing, your finger on the trigger slips. The ray gun falls, your arm drops. You falter.

His head darts back and his shuffling feet halt. It’s as if he, like you, has automatically sensed a presence. It’s an instinct, the subconscious mind screaming out to draw the both of you together. It’s a reflex, like jolting away from the heat of a flame, a reaction that you cannot control. Destiny has binded your futures together.

You immediately inhale a sharp breath, turning around to remain unseen, undisturbed in the shadows. You hope he didn’t catch you and you don’t linger so he can. Within the next heartbeat, you swipe the fallen weapon and withdraw the hoverboard from your bag. As you make your escape, you can only curse him a million times over.

“Dammit. I’ll get you, Kim Seokjin.” Your body tears through the air, hair whisking back. “Even if it’s the last thing I goddamn do!”  

Jin’s eyes narrow at the tree. He swears...he saw someone there.

//

Being in control means everything and more. Disregarding that it may be one step too many, it’s better to be prepared when expecting the worse. That’s why you’re on the cold floor, constructing a robot in early hours of the morning instead of working on the rockets to eradicate mortal life.

The time of day doesn’t hold any significance to you, you’ve worked past midnight on countless occasions previously. The measurement of time is merely a human construct after all, an individual shouldn’t allow the concept to rule their life. However, it has been two full days since you slept. You’ve been working on a pill to decrease the length of rest necessary, though you must admit, it’s on the backburner.

“Your. android. to. exterminate. Kim. Seokjin. is. at…” Elise pipes up, the screen monitor showing blueprints of your new machine. “...fifty. percent. until. completion.”

“Good. Good.” You rub your sweaty hands together and wipe your forehead.

“You. have. approximately.” She takes a second to calculate. “one. hour. left. until. losing. consciousness. due. to. exhaustion.”

You hum in a delayed response. In case something happens to you, which it won’t, you’re constructing a cyborg to finish your mission. It’s sole purpose is to dispose of Kim Seokjin.

In the next twenty minutes, you clasp your hands together, standing to your feet. Elise flicks off the lights, blessing you farewell as the console goes dark into shut down. You retire to your room, flopping on top of the cool mattress. Exhaustion takes over and in your bleary mind, you conclude that more information will be necessary to obtain on the stranger. If you can find his weaknesses, obliterating the man will be child’s play. Then and only then can you finally reach your ambition…

//

“Where is he…?” You mutter, scoping the premise and scowling when you can’t find the human. As dirty and overpopulated the town is, hundreds of others have probably walked past you now.

There seems to be no other choice. You’ll have to rise from the bushes and go actively seeking out the stranger. It’s better that way, rather than hiding for another three hours and allowing your legs to become more numb than they are.

As you raise your hood and look both ways until the coast is clear, you beseech any higher power that your human interaction will be as limited as possible.

“Excuse me.” Someone interrupts your thoughts, a light tap on your left shoulder that has you flinching in dread and disgust. You haven’t even made it two minutes, ten meters before a member of the baboon species has bothered you. “I’m sorry. This must be so rude of me and I deeply apologize but have I met you somewhere befo-”

“What?” You bitterly bite, swiveling harshly on your heel and wondering what kind of beggar it is, dazed from greed and trying to scam you for wealth.

Except, you’re met with wide orbs the shade of chestnuts, doe and innocent eyes that seem genuinely soft. A tiny glimmer in his pupils light as he connects them with yours. The fingers that tapped your shoulder, now by his side, are the cause of your recoil. The simple touch had seeped through your cloak, pulsating your skin. Against science and pure logic, you’re afraid that if he lays another hand, sparks will conduct.

“Oh- I’m..uh..” He seems taken back as you are, shuffling awkwardly for a mere moment until he freezes altogether. He plasters his vision onto your features as if fearful that you’ll disappear into thin air and he’ll forget. “I’m Kim Seokjin.”

“I’m fully aware.” You grunt out incoherently.

He tips his head to the side in confusion, brows tangling. “What?”

That’s when it hits you. He’s seen your face. He’s looking it at it. right. now.

You stagger backwards with horror laced in your features, ready to vomit and scream - perhaps both at the same time. As if telepathic, he grabs your hand with concern washing over his appearance. “Are you okay? Miss?”

Fate seals in the deal. The brush of his thumb against your palm, collision of emotions enveloping your soul. He, too, frowns at the sudden feeling of warmth washing over inside of him. Goosebumps raise along your skin, your heart pauses for a brief moment. Addicted to the sense of comfort, he tightens his caress on your hand. “What-?”

You retract your hand from his grasps, urgently holding it up for inspection. From your sudden movement, his word becomes forgotten. After a good second of silence, he breaks out into a tiny smile. Your brows are furrowed together, orbs misty in contemplation. You’re completely aloof, unaware of your surroundings and distracted by the million thoughts spewing inside your brain.

“Miss? Excuse me?” Jin lowers himself to match your height and he waves a hand in front of your face. You instantly snap out of it, in alarm of his close proximity and for a mere flash, you catch the plushness of his lips-

Disengage. Disengage. Disengage.

Your own brain blares at you. Nonetheless, you find your limbs immobile, glued to the ground while you gaze back into his honey irises.

Y/N. You are currently speaking to the enemy. You have come into contact with the enemy.

Disengage. Disengage. Disengage immediately.

“Ha. Ha…..” You back away, shooting your hands out cautiously. “It was my pleasure meeting you, Kim Seokjin. Unfortunately, I have substantial matters to attend to. Farewell then.”

You run for the hills.

“Wait!” He shouts after your dashing form. “Will I see you again?”

You mutter spitefully under your breath. “Oh you will.”

Seokjin stands in the middle of the barren street, fully bewildered until he melts into a smile. How odd. With clasped hands, he turns and walks away. Though he can’t seem to stop his mind from thoughts of you. What a strange girl. What made him stop you, a stranger no less, in the middle of the road; he has no idea. It felt almost….instinctual.

He shakes his head, finding it a shame that he never caught your name.

//

It’s a bad idea.

You know it is. Never in your entire existence have you done something so illogical. Every decision you’ve made up to this point has been calculated and objective. Never have you been moved purely by desire and passion. Yet, here you are, looking for none other than Kim Seokjin.

“There you are!” He perks up, running from your peripheral vision and nearly scaring you half to death. “I thought I was never going to see you again!”

He huffs and puffs, having just sprinted and you curse under your breath. After a week of contemplation, you had decided to leave the dome to do more observations on your victim. How he found you so easily after you had been wandering around for half an hour is beyond your comprehension. Perhaps it's the intuition that binds you both together as soulmates - the man just happens to listen to his heart more than you do, hence, he was able to find you before you could find him.

Dammit.

A part of you up to this very moment refuses to believe the concept of soulmates. It must be by chance that he found you. Luck or rather, your unluckiness.

It’s your misfortune and his serendipity.  

You should’ve built that invisibility blanket you’ve been thinking about.

“I’m sorry.” Kim Seokjin scratches the back of his neck out of anxiousness. You wonder why your infamous hard stare hasn’t scared him off. “I know we haven’t properly met and I’m already acting like I know you. I don’t even know your name. It’s just the last time- I..um..”

You take out your hand, motioning him to silence as you often do to Elise. You’re saving him from his embarrassment and blunders. “Your apology has been received. Further contemplation is required before acceptance or rejection. Thank you, have a nice day.”

“Wait. Wait.” He catches up to you, matching your frantic pace. His legs cramp from the long strides but he ignores the sting. “I don’t know your name.”

“Is there any purpose for you to obtain the information of my name?”

“Yes.” He says firmly with a nod. “Call me crazy...it’s just a feeling….but I think we’ll be meeting each other a lot more. I want to see you.”

“You’re crazy.” You snarl back, flashing another cold glare before you clear your throat and pin your eyes straight ahead. Hopefully he’ll get off your back and you’ll be able to follow him from afar. “And I am certain that there won’t be any more encounters between our partnership. Not that there was any partnership in existence. Thank you. Goodbye.”

Kim Seokjin pouts. The homo sapien male or rather….child has the audacity to jut out his bottom lip and flash you the biggest puppy eyes. The second you catch it from your peripheral vision, you turn to him in absolute dismay. He stops walking and you’re also forced to a standstill.

He blinks once, batting his eyelashes.

“But I told you my name.” He whines. “Don’t you think it’s rather unfair, miss?”

“There is no reason for you to know.”

“There is a reason.” He asserts fearlessly. “I’m curious and interested in you. Not necessarily with a romantic perspective but I’m interested in you as a person. If you couldn’t tell, you’re a very beautiful lady with a smart and confident aura. I like it.” He scans you from top to bottom before murmuring- “I like you.”

You’re wholly stunned. You’ve never met nor interacted with someone so blunt before.

With a few dazed blinks in his direction, you crane your neck forward again and continue walking. “Why do you wear a black cloak?” He tips his head in curiosity, matching your pace that’s slower than before. “Where did you get it from?” Kim Seokjin frowns at the fabric, wondering if it is actually velvet and how you could possibly find the materials or sew something so luxurious in this day and age.

“You’re not from around here, are you?”  

You ignore his third question, strolling ahead casually. That is until a smaller, two meter tall, human species comes toddling in front of you. “Do you have spare change?” The tiny boy looks up to you with glistening eyes and you flinch, coiling back. Without realizing, you bump into Kim Seokjin’s chest and with a delay in reaction, his hands wrap around your shoulders to steady you.

“I think I do.” Kim Seokjin chirps up, letting go of you to dig into his pocket. “Here you go.”

The child’s orbs light up as he receives the golden coin and Jin mimics the grin, watching as the younger skips to the bread stand. “Don’t worry.” The man murmurs close to your ear, breaking you from your reverie and guiding you to continue walking ahead. “None of us are infected.”

For the first time, you take a good look around the town and to the people whose faces you’ve ignored. The mortals all range from age, some with wrinkled foreheads and others with doe eyes. A few are smiling while others are sulking but their appearances, though shabby with dirt stains marring their skin, is much like your own. “If we’re still alive, that means we’re immune to the disease. If not, we’d already be dead.”

You nod, allowing your thoughts to become your words. “Interesting. Those who were unaffected by the outbreak a century ago passed on the same genes to their offsprings.” Jin dips his head, acknowledging that you are indeed correct. “Fascinating how resilient the human species can be. However, that wasn’t why I was apprehensive about the child. I’m simply….not used to children.”

You’re not exactly sure why you’re expressing your troubles to him. “...their dirty hands and innocence. Humans in general, as a matter of fact. I am unfamiliar with them and rather uncomfortable with their excessive ignorance.”

Jin scoffs out of amusement, eyeing you quite closely as he walks by your side. “Aren’t you a human?”

“You don’t know anything about me.” You snap back. Making it to the end of the empty alley, it’s time for you to dismiss his presence from your life. “Farewell, Kim Seokjin.”

“Wait!”

You pull out your hoverboard from your knapsack, his eyes doubling in confusion on the device but you disregard his emotions. He’s going to die soon anyways. There’s no point in explaining anything to him.

As you step onto the floating device, you linger with a bit of hesitance, deciding to turn around and face him once more. That’s right, he’s going to die soon. There won’t be a problem in gracing him with one last gift. “I will reward the knowledge you have given me with my name. But beware, Kim Seokjin, your interest in me will only lead you closer to your demise.”

With no one in the vicinity, you disclose the information and in the next second, you’re flying away in the direction of your home.

He whispers it underneath his breath, prayer-like as his irises are transfixed on your retreating form. “Y/N.”

//

The lights are dimmed to nothing, shadows nonexistent as darkness has taken over. The only source of luminescence is the giant monitor behind your console, laying out blueprints and rotating the 2D model you’ve constructed. In order to get back onto schedule, you’ve been working at an astronomical pace. The shell and exterior of the killing android has been completed. All you need to do now is input the code you've created and modify the last microchips for any flaws.

Except, when you reach into your pocket, the small USB is absent.

“What..?” You dig inside all of your bags, even lifting the sole of your shoes to check if you hid it there for safety measures. “Elise.” She boots back up after resting. “Locate my Universal Serial Bus Flash Drive.”

“Locating.” She buffers for a millisecond. “The. data. storage. device. containing. the. code. for. Kim. Seokjin’s. assassination. has. been. misplaced. It. is. not. in. the. vicinity. of. the. area.”

“Dammit to all hell.” You drop down in your swivel chair. “Bring me the backup version.”

The next words she motionlessly utters, “backup. version. is. not. saved.”, causes a strangled screech to leave your throat.  

“WHAT?!”

“Auxiliary. automatic. save. mode. requires. a. system. update. I. have. reminded. you. previously. two. months. ago. however. you. informed. me that. time. cannot. be. wasted. and. all. efforts. must. be. put. into. destroying. humanity. Therefore. the. console. has. not. been. updated. since.”

“You better not be sassing me right now, Elise.” You retort sharply and she asks for pardon to which you dismiss her. “Nevermind then. Is there any way we can receive a copy of that information again?”

“No.”

Her cold cut answer leaves you dismayed, putting your head in your hands with a drawn out sigh. You’ll have to start anew which won’t be too horrendous considering you still remember some of the patterns. It’s the mere fact that eighty four hours of work has gone to waste and now you’ll have to do it over again; it’s inefficient and all because of your blunders.

As you lift your hands, ready to start flying over the keys of your console to begin a new program, there’s a clear heard knock. Knuckles to metal, reverberating to the ceiling and the empty spaces around your engines. It’s slow, to a beat of a funeral lullaby but distinct, cutting through the air. You hitch your breath and even Elise is silent, registering the sound as it’s an action that has never arisen before.

You still your movements, making sure that it’s true and not a hallucination. Then there’s another knock, three in rapid succession. “Elise….”

Ding, dong, doong, ding. Ding, dong, doong, ding.

A springy bell plays, echoing through your eardrums.

Since when did you put in a doorbell? More importantly, who was on the other side?

“Elise.” You calmly call her name. “Show me the security cameras around the premise and identify who is causing such a ruckus in my abode.”

All ten computer monitors and the large one against the wall flicker to the different surveillance cameras that have been installed in and around your metal dome. There’s one in your bedroom, three in the current room you’re in, a few in the surroundings areas and in your greenhouse and two outside the door. “Is that...oh my god...it’s-”

“Kim. Seokjin. has. been. identified.” She says. “Would. you. like. me. to. activate. the. sonic. blasters.”

You watch as he lingers on the outside of your steel door with naiveté, shifting the weight of his feet as he sways from side to side. He must be humming some kind of tune. His lips are upturned, adorning a reserved smile meant more for himself than for others. You wonder if he’s feeling chilly, the metal dome’s location is near snowy mountains, something you deliberately chose as it would prevent humans from running into your home. But here he is….

“Yes.” You murmur and the floor tile shifts next to you, a pillar rising to your abdomen with a button. One click is all it takes. One click and he will be burst into cinders. A simple movement and your problem will cease to exist. You’ll become closer to your goal. Kim Seokjin will die.

“Hello?” He innocently taps his hand onto the steel door again. “Is anyone home?”

From the gray of the camera shot, he visibly shudders and moves his hands to brush the goosebumps on his arms. His brown soft eyes scans the area behind him, taking a step back to look around. “Hello, Miss Y/N?”

The way he calls your name makes you wince and grit your teeth. You have the ability to do this, Y/N. You coax yourself, preparing by counting down from ten, tapping your feet with each number. He’ll erupt into space and you can continue on your path. You can do it.

“Hello?”

You can do it.

“It’s me, Jin!”

You can do this.

“Y/N?”

You can kill Kim Seokjin.

Your arm jolts and you slam down on the button, the muscles in your arm contracting at the mere power. There’s a reticence and then a smooth whoosh, the creaks ringing around the span of the cold room. You curse yourself underneath your breath, questioning the action that has been committed but it is too late for more contemplation. The time has arrived to deal with the consequences.

“Opening. the. entrance. for. Kim. Seokjin.”

The pillar next to you descends back underground and the floor tile sides back into place. The entrance button you nearly smashed on your console stays stuck down, something you’ll probably have to fix. With a frustrated exhale and the cautious strides that are getting closer and closer, you turn around in your swivel chair. “Welcome Kim Seokjin. How may I assist you today?”

His mouth if fully agape, staring up and down, at the floor to the ceiling, at your countless monitors before his eyes land on yours. “What is this place?”

“Great question.” You’ve decided - this wasn’t so bad. If anything, your victim just walked straight into the lion’s den. If anything, now that you have him cornered, assassinating him won’t be so difficult.

“This is where I reside. The metal dome reflects against harsh sunlight beams, in case the rays become dangerous, which they will one day in the far future. It’s also resistant to natural disasters, explosives and nuclear power. As you can see around here-” you motion to your console, “-I have access to contemporary technologies and sciences.” You inhale a breath from your rant. “Now that I’ve answered your question, it’s time you answer mine. How did you get here?”

He blinks at you five times, letting the information sink in. “I-uh...you dropped this.” Kim Seokjin holds up the small, black USB that you’ve lost. “And...uh..um...I-...you didn’t come back. So, I just walked in the direction you left in.”

The both of you don’t speak, merely staring at each other.

“You walked for four hours?”

“Yes.”

“In the cold?”

“Yes.”

Is he an idiot? Or is he just that benevolent?

“I must commemorate you for your perseverance.”

“Thank you.”

There’s yet another long pause and you take the opportunity to formulate a new plan.

He smiles at you, a tiny gesture that causes an irregular pattern to your heart. (You should really get that checked out by Elise in case you have some sort of illness). Jin is in an old gray sweater and dark pants, face fatigued and shoes dirty from the hard trek here. Something lodges inside your throat but you shake off the unidentifiable emotions, standing up.

“Well, I guess I can show you around.” You take a step back, joining his side as you motion to the large room. “This is….what you call a...living room. I have my console that controls everything, my computer screens and the engines I’ve been working on…” The entire expanse of the circular room is filled with gray machinery.

Jin nods and then hesitates to ask another question. “...do you have a couch?”

“No. It is unnecessary for my lifestyle.” You continue, walking towards the other end where you kick open a latch on the ground, the floor automatically moving upwards. “This is a staircase that leads to my own bedroom, where I may rest my eyes occasionally.” You point to the door a few meters away. “That leads to an underground railway system. It goes to the greenhouses in the arctic.”

“The arctic?” He is bombarded with a million more inquiries that swarm through his head, tipping his skull to the side as he wears a frown. “You grow your own food?”

“Yes.” You sit back down in your swivel chair. “The arctic is the perfect place, no human occupying the space there. Solar power is used to supply energy to the greenhouse.”

“Do you have a kitchen?”

“No. It is unnecessary.” You hitch your thumb to the espresso-like machine on the table near your future portal engine monitor. “I have constructed something more efficient. It is a drink that includes all the nutritional value required to sustain my life. The materials in my greenhouse are used to construct it.”

“Then do you farm?”

“No. I have robots and androids manning the stations.”  

He hums as if the answer was obvious and he takes another look around at the barren room. “You don’t have any windows at all?”

“Windows are unnecessary. I have surveillance cameras all over the premise.” You point to the ceiling. “However it is possible to shift the very top ceiling as it is glass. On days where I want to observe the constellations and other planets with my telescope, you know?”

He nods in skepticism. “Of course.”  

“Unfortunately, I haven’t been able to observe the cosmos for the past few months as I’ve been working on the destruction of this planet-” His ‘wait what?’ goes ignored by you. “Speaking of which, let me introduce you to Elise.”

You’re not exactly sure why you’re sharing all this classified information with him. Perhaps because you’re fully aware that he will perish within the next few hours and you’re simply enriching his last moments by sharing your immense knowledge. Seeking to make ignorant humans competent is virtually impossible but you’re having quite a lot of fun showing him your abode. You haven’t had an acquaintance to chat to in a long while and your chest swells with pride at your copious accomplishments.

“Welcome. Kim. Seokjin.” She says, voice emitting from the top of the room and he jumps back in surprise. “My. name. is. Elise. I. am. the. finalized. version. created. more. than. ten. years. ago. holding. the. database. of. all. information. and. the. foundation. of. Y/N’s. dome.”

You watch him closely. Perhaps he’s questioning if this is all a delusion part of his REM cycle.

It must be a lot to take in. He might think you’re some kind of mad scientist. Maybe just plain crazy and psychotic. He’s probably contemplating plans to go back to his village and gather a mob of people to crash your house with pitchforks.

Goddamit, you should’ve built the invisible shield around your dome sooner.

Except, against your own predictions, Kim Seokjin does not take off into the opposite direction and bang his fists on the metal door, screaming on the top of his lungs for freedom. Instead, his orbs light up and he rushes forward to your console, mouth dropping with a giant grin. “This is amazing! You’re amazing!” He turns towards you, grasping your hands within his. “Wow! I have no words.” He is awestruck, studying your home before staring back into your eyes. “All of this...it’s incredible.”

You can’t force down the smile that itches on your mouth. “I know.”

//

It’s been a full hour since his unexpected arrival.

Now it’s time for him to go. And by go, you mean for his soul to leave his body.

“It’ll just take a few more moments.” You reassure him to which he cheerfully nods, still staring at the equipment and machinery around.

You’re hunched over a table, constructing a shabby meal that will satisfy his tastes. You could’ve given him your usual vitamin concoction but he expressed mild disinterest in it, shaking his head with ‘no thanks’. Luckily for you, the ingredients that made the drink were the same ones that were included in what humans called….a salad.

“Elise...give me it.” You whisper, glad that you were able to tone down the volume of her voice.

A part of the wall pushes out, revealing the sharp needle with the green fluid. “After. consumption. his. demise. will. occur. in. less. than. two. minutes.”

“Good, good.” A mutter leaves parted lips as you push the liquid into the wine, swirling around the glass to dissolve the poison. You dispose of the needle before whipping around with the tray. “I apologize for taking up so much of your time. I am aware that you must be starving.”

“Oh no, not at all. Thank you.” He watches as you place down the plate in front of him and the glass of his special concoction. “Wow, you have wine too?”

You’re aware of the delicacy of the drink and how luxurious it is in this era. “Yes. My androids are able to create anything with the right materials. But don’t feel shy, feel free.”

You plop down into the seat across the long table, taken out from your storage. With each of his hesitant movements, you gawk at him with focus, peering at his plump lips as it intakes the food. He makes a humming noise as it is suitable to his taste buds and you smile at the..adorable gest- nevermind that. Focus Y/N.

“It’s delicious.” His voice is muffled with the mouthful. “I haven’t had something so fresh in so long.”

“Drink.”

He becomes startled by your command. “I’m okay for now.”

“I insist.”

There’s some silence before he gives in. “Alright.”

Kim Seokjin curls his fingers around the handle and lifts it to his pink lips. They part while he tips his head back. The red liquid brushes his tongue as he swallows, humming at the taste. “It’s good.” He gasps a breath, bringing it down. “You’re really amazing.”

You clear your throat, whispering. “Thank you.”

“I really mean it.” He melts into another smile. “I know I may have come across as a bit intruding, talking to you when you don’t know me and asking for your name. I even came all the way to this place to find you again. But you invited me in and even offered me all of this. I….this may come across as even more strange...but I feel naturally drawn to you. I’m not sure why. I just can’t….stop thinking about you.”

For a moment, you want to bring out your hand to quiet him down. You nearly falter, unable to cope with the honest compassion you’ve never been able to muster. And the way he gazes at you with a silly grin makes it even more difficult for you to endure the pain that you’re feeling.

It’s suddenly so terrifying and direful to imagine his dead body limp on the table. “Kim Seokjin…”

“You can call me Jin.” He tilts his head. “But-” The kind male adds on. “-only if I’m allowed to call you Y/N. Can I drop the ‘Miss’?”

You nod meekly. “You’re allowed to.”

“Good...Y/N.” He downcasts his head, giggling to himself at the way your name rolls off his tongue. It somehow feels so...right. It’s as if he was meant to call your name.

“Jin.” He perks up with the sound of his name being called past your lips. “Goodbye.”

Kim Seokjin...or rather, Jin...your one and only soulmate mars his face with his furrowed brows. Then in the second that his eyes twinkle, he slumps onto the surface of the table. The plate clatters to the floor and shatters harshly, a hundred pieces spraying into the air.

You stay staring at his form, how his breathing is becoming more and more shallow. It won’t take long at all.

It won’t take long.

“Elise?” You break the peaceful atmosphere, allowing your inner turmoils to be transpired by the shaking of your hands.

“Yes. Y/N. What. can. I. do. for. you.” Elise is motionless. She lacks the carefree spring of life. She cannot feel emotions, cannot smile or express mirth. You’ve made her this way. She’s suppose to be...perfect.

Yet, she feels empty.

“Elise.” You speak calmly. “Hand me the antidote.”

This man is a threat to your goal. He is a mere obstacle that would be best to dispose of. He has done nothing for you and most likely will never help you with your ambition. He will be the cause of your imminent doom.

Still, as these thoughts blare inside your brain like an emergency alarm, you take the fragile vial from the pillar and into your hand. Each step you take, each time your heel grazes against the frigid tiles, getting closer and closer to the man named Kim Seokjin, it is as if time extends out. The weight that your feet carries grounds you to reality - what are you doing?

The cap is popped off by your thumb and you swing back your head, letting the bitter fluid lay on your tongue. You throw the vial onto the ground, letting it fragmentize with the shards of the plate. In one motion, you lift his face with your hands cupping his cheeks and you tilt your own head, meeting his lips. They’re soft like velvet but a kiss is merely a social construct. If individuals don’t allow it to become significant then it isn’t. But you can’t help but let your eyes flutter shut, your heart pound within its cage.

You part his mouth, allowing the antidote to quench his thirst.

Five seconds. Ten. Fifteen. His body knows what it needs and he instinctively swallows the cure. Twenty. Thirty. Fourty. Fifty.

A full minute.

You drop your hold on him and he slumps back onto the table. A soft sigh leaves past his swollen mouth and his breathing evens. His heart palpitates back to it’s normal beat. And you’re left staring at his sleeping form, linger for a few moments before you turn and walk away.

Dammit. You saved him. Dammit to all hell. A million curses would not sedate the rage that riots inside your soul. He is the bane of your existence.

But you won’t lie - you let the kiss last longer than it needed to be.

//

The dawn has fallen. Then dusk had come but that too fell. When dawn broke once more, that’s when you shifted from your position in your swivel chair. You had been crouched over, hands clasped together in a prayer position, simply pondering the next course of action. But you had none.

“Show me him.” Your voice cracks and the screen monitor switches to his form thrown haphazardly on the bed.

After he had fallen into hibernation, you had transported him into a guest room. Well, the guest room was more like a prison. Okay, the guest room is a prison. It had a one sized person bed, a toilet, a security camera in the corner and the rest of the space was made up by the iron walls and steel door. You built it with the purpose in the unlikely event that would require you to keep someone captive.

“Is he alive?”

Elise answers. “Yes. He. is.”

“Good.” A steady exhale sounds as you move back. “Elise, what do you suppose I should do with him?”

She registers the inquiry, running through all the possibilities to find the most suitable answer. “Ending. his. life. will. be. most. efficient. And. it. is. the. best. method. You. can. also. isolate. him. away. from. society. and. remove. him. from. yourself. but. there. is no. reason. to. keep. him. alive. at. all. He. is. no. match. to. your. greatness. He. serves. you. no. purpose. Kim. Seokjin. will. ultimately. prevent. you. from. destroying. the. world.”

“I’m fully aware.” You groan within your hands. “I know, Elise.”

Never has a simple task been of so much difficulty.

Jin awakes as you’re still burdened with your many choices. He frowns and flinches before stretching out his stiff limbs. He coughs once and pulls back his lids, blinking a few times to clear his foggy vision. Despite the soreness in his neck and the aching of his arm as if someone had to physically haul him and throw him onto the mattress, never has he felt better. It’s like he’s congested the elixir of life.

He sits up and scans the tiny room. When he stands and makes his way to the door, the doorknob that he holds falls into his hand. “Uh…..sorry.” Jin places the brass knob onto the floor before knocking at the steel. “Hello? Anyone there? Y/N?”

With no answer, he looks around again before noticing the surveillance camera in the corner.

He stares directly at it. “Y/N?”

“He. is. awake.” Elise informs you and switches the monitor screen to the current live footage. You groan again, wondering if you should give him a sedative - buy more time so you can further weight each option you have.

“What should I do?”

“Y/N?” He calls again, tapping the lense of the device. “Hello?”

That’s when you snap. The many neurons in your brain light its path, creating a sensory overload. The stress oppresses your lungs and your throat tightens. You know the logical solution to your problem but you can’t….won’t. But if you keep him alive...if you keep him around….what will happen?

Right as you’re about to scream your head off - it clicks.

You’ll kill him. One way or another. But slowly.

You’re going to have to gradually kill Kim Seokjin.

You’ll lead him to his death through a leisure and painful way. If you feed him and ensure that he overeats his own capacity, he’ll die in a food coma. Perfect. It’s completely perfect.

MUHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAA!

“Kim Seokjin.” You eye him through the screen, pointing to his innocent features. “You’re going to stay with me until death takes you or me.”

[versatilepoetry]

No Experimentation

I indefatigably experimented with my clothes; at times aimlessly wandering in skimpily bedraggled shorts; while at times majestically embellishing even the most lackadaisical bone of my impoverished body; with a paradise of unendingly coruscating satin, I unrelentingly experimented with my food; at times plaintively surviving on inconspicuously threadbare morsels of dolorous bread; while at times regally titillating my emaciated taste buds with Imperial slices of Italian cheese and sensuously exotic champagne, I limitlessly experimented with my dwelling; at times ludicrously residing in preposterously stinking gutter pipes; while at times enchantingly snoring in castles of exquisitely Oriental gold and resplendently twinkling pearls, I tirelessly experimented with my makeup's; at times coating my diminutively trembling skin with sleazily libidinous mascara; while at times vivaciously painting my entire visage with celestially voluptuous blackberry juice, I relentlessly experimented with my slang's; at times conversing in an incongruously unruly rustic accent which only the dogs could understand; while at times unassailably silencing one and all on this gigantic planet; with the power of my eloquently mesmerizing speech, I unfathomably experimented with my temperament's; at times laconically floating like a cadaverously silent graveyard in the aisles of insipid nothingness; while at times tempestuously fulminating into a boundless cosmos of insatiably heart-rendering passion, I incessantly experimented with my footwear; at times nonchalantly trespassing through the eccentrically skewed dungeons barefoot; while at times encapsulating my ebulliently protruding toes; with the most exorbitantly supreme snake leather skins, I continuously experimented with my perfumes; at times smudging every speck of my languishing demeanor with a bizarre concoction of tomatoes and indolent mushrooms; while at times bathing in a heavenly pond of blissful musk till times immemorial, I unstoppably experimented with my languages; at times fanatically absorbing myself into the fathomless literary volumes of my very own native tongue; while at times ubiquitously disseminating the essence of global peace and eternal brotherhood in; iridescently International English, I unlimitedly experimented with my toothbrushes; at times ruthlessly brushing across the consortium of my decaying yellow with stringently inclement tree twigs; while at times using a myriad of contemporarily world class brands to bounteously enlighten the bedraggled cavities in my mouth, I zanily experimented with my smells; at times disastrously snoozing the entire day inhaling squalidly rebuked attic air; while at times triumphantly dancing till spaces beyond eternity; to the redolently mesmerizing scent of the divinely atmosphere, I unsparingly experimented with my women; at times losing all interest in life with girls full of sardonically barbarous criticism; while at times jubilantly dancing with the ultimate nubile angels having descended from the lap of beautifully blessed heaven, I countlessly experimented with my jewelry; at times wearing esoterically jinxed necklace's of gruesomely infidel bones; while at times handsomely draping my shivering persona with aristocratically poignant cascades of brilliant diamond, I ardently experimented with my desires; at times withering away like a stoically feckless leaf even in the most spellbindingly rhapsodic of winds; while at times uncontrollably spawning into a thunderbolt of insuperably blistering passion; swiping every trajectory of mother earth with everlastingly unfettered energy, I obsessively experimented with my colors; at times choosing the most dirties shade of brown to woefully lambaste my penalizing coffin; while at times blossoming into eclectic rainbows of glorious prosperity; for infinite more births of mine yet to unveil, I unceasingly experimented with my titillations; at times using monotonous rockets of fretful paper to stimulate my treacherously dying pores; while at times wonderfully assimilating the most panoramically exotic treasures of this earth; to blend with the invincible enthuse of my bloodstreams, I timelessly experimented with my fantasies; at times tyrannically envisaging only about matchbox shaped corporate offices with potbellied tycoons wasting marathon hours in sonorous cigar smoke and the robotically disdainful mobile phone; while at times intransigently dreaming all day and night about the chapters of enriching proliferation and philanthropic goodness on the fabric of this gigantic Universe, I uninhibitedly experimented with my philosophies; at times conceiving the prejudiced manipulation was quintessential to exist amidst the pack of horrifically bloodsucking wolves today; while at times pioneering the mantra of selfless sacrifice in even the most mercurial quarter of this world, And if there was indeed one thing on this planet; which I never did or would ever want to experiment with; then it was our immortal love; for my heart was forever yours O! Godly Beloved; right since the time it first euphorically leapt out for you; and till the time death do us apart; without the slightest of baffling experimentation in between.