Cover story 42: My momma told me
Sven was a soldier who had been to war multiple times before, took part in the biggest ones. The person he was back then is just that a scale for what he is redeeming now, and as the scale tips at what can be considered good and bad he decided to try and understand people to truly be able to understand how bad he was back then killing senslessly.
A fight against oneself
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I went on a date ... with myself, I heard people take breaks and people show up early at the cafe shop ... perfect combo. I usually sit near the corner of the shop but since it's a new day and a new me I decided that to be a leader you must understand the people first. A good excuse can take you years ahead in life, this was a shortcut, but so was poker night and that went smoothly and fun. I ordered my typical cup and saw a new face as I went to sit under the shade like the rest. It was almost summer and I was experiencing the luxury of poorness. I saw a man walk by, no granny like last time, he was even a different color to me. Looked like he knew something about evolution humans never achieved yet, so I accompanied him to the cashier and as he was ordering wondered where I'd seen his kind before. We bumped heads, I sat my merry way and decided maybe I should get out a little. The reason the cafe is a hotspot for me is because it's far away enough for me to not be recognized for my past, an accepting place.
"Why you black", I said calmly.
"Why you racially profilling man, what you hate me or somthin", He said a bit angered.
"No no you look strong, did you evolve better than these ingrates, like any unique powers", I said calmly again proud of my ability to communicate.
"You sayin I'm a theif that's my power huuh", said the guy a bit angered.
"Explain the math in those words, I never insinuated any of that, I said YOU LOOK STRONG LIKE A GOOD ACCOMPLICE", I said calmer than ever.
"So you callin me a slave now, to your bidding huh punk", he said as he got angrier.
"Hmm aam I, no, but we can work together", I said patting his bald head.
"You gay or somethin, I like men but not like that", he said shoving me away.
"WORDS, I SPEAK MERE WORDS, DO I LOOK LIKE A VILLAIN FROM A NOVEL OR A TEEN DRAMA", I said fed up.
"Words, people say words ... what you callin me a monkey dumb enough not to get those words", he said getting ready to try and beat me up.
"NO NO NO, I CAN*T SPEAK", I said jumping up and down like a toddler I must say but for a good cause.
"What you pretending to be me saying I CAN*T SPEAK makin me look like a damn immigrant, huuh you wanna fight come on", he said putting down the cup.
I gave up. I was about to ask him about working together on how to control people when it comes to slavery of the poor but he made me feel dumber than a fruit. He is a gag is what I found out, but as I saw him more and more he had more unique ways of saying ARE YOU ASKING FOR A FIGHT like as if he were a member of the royal family calling his dad PAPA and his mom MUMMY.
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As I got my steps in I suddenly remembered Neova could exist and still be out there. If I do what I do now I will end up starting from a new zero more lower than anything this was. He became my first friend, he taught me about racism and stereotypes on gender. I never cared to listen but the days went better off with him than without him. I saw him, but I also had a small fear that he was out there. My past dictated my future, but I told him one day when It would all be ok I would see him again. Fin.