He was worshiped by herds of humans around the globe as the savior of humankind and the biggest genius of all time. Videos of him talking about how one should live his life got the highest views, which is incredibly ironic since he was a person who never actually lived a normal life.
He and his family did not flee a destructive civil war on foot as I did when I was seven. They did not walk for more than six months through deserts and mountains, hiding from everything and nothing, trying to reach the empire of the Amians far from the war. He did not see his father be murdered by other refugees, as they stole what left of our rations and everything else they could put their hands on. He will never know the feeling of watching his mother down and crawling after she was shot twice by the border patrols that night, as she kept desperately forcing her body to move, looking for a crossing for me, her only son, before she slowly faded away in the dark of the night. He didn't have to hold his mother and feel her breath for the last time before she died crying in agony. He didn't have to leave her and keep going, even knowing that all was lost now, only knowing that he can’t lose his sanity because he must remember a family that once he had. He did not grow up as an orphan in the Sunshine Orphanage as he had never heard about it. He did not have to learn to murder at an early age to survive, and for sure, he was not in the Black Unit where every mission seemed to be the last. No, he did not have to go through life; he only bit at the crust. What real life experience has he had?
“I heard that the Supernova left the port, and no one knows where she is now. She stopped transmitting. The navy is getting worried,” he said
“Sir, no one knows where she is, not even me, and I prefer to keep it like that. Our enemies are panicking from the reports about our new AI, and I don't want them to think that they could strike us first. This maneuver guarantees the successful launch of our campaign,” I replied.
“I would appreciate it if next time you would consult with me about strategic moves like this,” he said
“Sir, consult only with you, or with all the First Citizens?” I asked.
“No, only with me from now on. Then, afterward, you could consult with them if time allows.”
I can stretch my legs now, he is biting. I said “Sir, the Supernova will keep them from launching a full-scale world war, but the small wars here and there will continue to be waged, and they will be hard to contain. Of course, this is the price we must pay for a successful campaign. Some people will die, but I prefer…”
He cut me off straight away, “Of course some people will die! Even if a lot of people will die, that will be totally fine. Homo sapiens are and were always just commodities.”
I thought, You son of a bitch!, and then I said, “Yes sir, I totally agree with you. They are commodities, and I am not thinking of wasting our precious time and resources to save anyone, that's for sure. But I think there is another way cleaner and more successful, a way to show our superiority in every aspect, a way that will build our reputation of the perfect visionaries for eternity,” I said.
“Our reputation?”
“Your reputation, of-course, your Highness. No one could imagine and execute this marvelous campaign other than you,” I replied, knowing that this big fish will not prove to be a hard catch. He is on fire. It's time to expose my real plan.
“I will try to organize a secret meeting with Banume and Oris,” I said
He turned to me shocked. I was afraid that it was too soon for this move. I kept a poker face as I had nothing better to do now. Surprisingly, he kept biting, What an idiot!, I thought as his expressions turned to curiosity.
“Keep going. I’m listening,” he said.
“The perfect plan is to make them believe that some of us are against what is happening in the Empire, that we are planning to sabotage the machine to avoid a fatal world war. By doing that, we could create a hesitation factor in their strategy. That factor would give us enough time to deploy the weapon properly. I was thinking about enlisting the Second Citizen to assist me in that. We must show them that this division is inside the main power. Otherwise, they wouldn’t believe this scenario.”
He started to shake even if though he was pretending that he was in control of his body. I guess he did not expect that things are getting this serious now. He was excited, and the tone of his voice changed when he said, “I like that! This is brilliant! I’m starting to see your true potential, finally.”
When I was going to reveal my entire plan, his son suddenly entered the office. Honestly, I get scared every time I meet that eleven-year-old boy. Let's say a chimera of a boy.
The First Citizen, trying to create a perfect human that would inherit the Empire, took a chance on doing
