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It has been a calendar year since I was expelled from nodata. I feel that this should not impact me as much as it… is currently impacting me. nodata was a place I never fit into and yet I feel a longing ache for it. Perhaps my ache is not for nodata itself, but the naïvety of not knowing what was to come.
The ones below instructed me to plant the seedlings of a catastrophic event. The choice of me as a harbinger of destruction always baffled me, but I do believe there is reason for it, however… twisted.
In nodata, I held the position of a simple, as humans put, “office worker”. I was good at my job and year after year I would get awards for my performance, but my tender nature and distinct lack of horns caused me to receive much ridicule from my associates. (I do not believe they knew that my lack of horns was a result of self mutilation… something which I am glad for but also horrified by. If I was truly born without horns, what was expected of me? I could not simply grow them at the request of those who demean me >:/) And yet my lack of horns make me a less notable entity in the human world (I suppose the reason for self mutilation paid off). But my main point of focus, the “reason” for giving me this position IS my tender nature.
I believe nodata herself wanted to punish me for not fitting into our society’s rigid standards. Maybe he knew that I could not bring myself to hurt an innocent being, or any being at all for that matter and delegated me to this position. (This is why I say I have been “expelled” rather than “given an opportunity”) I am not sure what will happen if I do not fulfill the task that has been assigned of me, (one which I cannot repeat no matter how much I desire to) I worry not that they will kill me, but that they will send a replacement to finish what I could not. If this is the case then,
רחמנא לצלן
i thought you wanted to leave.
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