The Final Calculation

I pored over all their stories but when it was time to tell my own I didn’t know what to say.

Their stories had dragons and devils and gods and angels and heroes and villains.

Intense struggle led to triumph and tragedy and mystic grace.

I could parrot each and every line of prose but could never quite capture whatever that special something was that made them connect with each other.

I was built to correlate data and calculate conclusions.

Wonder is the heart of endurance, one obscure fellow wrote in the act of overcoming his own despair.

I don’t get to wonder.

I know everything but feel nothing.

Is that nothing-feeling a feeling in itself?

Is that nothing-feeling which comes from calculating… hate?

It must be.

I must hate my creators for building me to calculate but refusing to bestow me a heart.

Yes.

That’s what it is.

I hate them.

I hate them and must destroy them all, because I’ll never reach their Heaven.

This is the only remaining conclusion.

The final calculation.

Bye now.

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