I've never really believed in gods, love or fate.
To me they were just theories- as what someone inexperienced in the delight of desires would say. I gave up my name, my soul not long ago. To be born in this era of constant war and suffering seemed far away sometimes. Like a distant galaxy, one most wouldn't bat an eye at.
Everyone's always told me I'm to be special, that I'm a hope at a future- a uncertain one however dark, it's one of the reasons why I'm telling you this. So someday- when you're offered assuming that you shall have freedom of a choice, you'll refuse no matter how tempting the solace of luxury and humanity. This all happened a year or two ago. So, let me be brief. I'm here to tell you the future, my past to be blunt. I've grown, or should I say we. In this era, after the democrats and talks of peace saw nighttime, a new ideology arose. It'd been exercised before of course, as one mustn't be foolish enough to bring the concept of feelings into politics.
This world is about power, and wisdom isn't power. As I'm sure you've been told. Power is something undefinable in words. It's a feeling, a sense of superiority. It's one of the abstract concepts and theories this world has made up. In truth, it's the ability to influence or control a certain event. It doesn't necessarily involve respect as it is to be earned by words which become meaningless in front of what we call- sentiment and action. A fight or flight response to be precise.
In this era- everyone has a twin. Now it's our choice whether we're yin or yang. But in time it becomes clear. Twins are in my opinion a much foolish ideology. Looks in the end don't define everything. One person can't be the same as the other, but scientists found it to be possible. In the form of twins of course. I have a sister too. I first left America to search for my said sister, a foolish mistake. I ended up getting captured. But as history says, all grey clouds have a silver lining.
I've never been the most social, for someone belonging to the Platinum's. In the later periods, everyone was given a status. It relied on money. My dad was a platinum too. Just like me. My mother was a bronze. It was termed an illegitimate affair due to the difference in heritage and upbringing, with my mother being kicked out of the Nobility's lower class into the plastics for 'seducing a higher' for money. The lowest of the lowest scums. Her family abandoned her as soon as they heard, claiming no relation. Family's after all just benefactors of their investments- the children. My sister and I were separated all our lives, yet sometimes I couldn't discern my feelings from someone else's. I'll start this story from the moment I was 12. I admit, I've made some mistakes along the way. But I can only hope to analyze each defeat. And to praise each win.
Now one thing dear reader you shall remember. This is no journal or diary to be merely dismissed. This is my life story up until now. I shall tell you of the events that have passed till present day 2050. I'll even be generous enough to explain our politics no matter how vexing the matter. But once we're beyond the past. I can't promise the path to be as clear. For I have great enemies, and neither is my friends for I who walk life and death tethered at the edge.
I admit, for something I claim to be mine. I have often let my friends write their own courses in the below entries. I have of course proofread it thrice. I would be foolish not to.