My father never believed in love. Sometimes I questioned if he even believed in science. He was a narcissistic bastard that I am certain believed that he was the one that just did everything himself. That it was because of him that his creations found life. That he had transcended science and nature to become something....untouchable.
How I hated the man.
The fear, the hatred, the loathing only grew when I found out....well....that even my existence was at the thanks of his talents.
Funny.
If I had been more insightful, more aware then I might have realized the fact that I looked nothing like my mother.
Darling Erika.
The imbecile.
Frail and weak. I swore to myself that I would never be as she had become.
Never submit, never to lose my head in the heat of the moment.
Well....mommy dearest never lost her head per se. No, she'd break like the weakest twig on a tree and bow to him before that happened.
Disobedience was never tolerated. If you disobeyed you were replaced.
Before she died....I have to question which version, which model I was looking at.
Was it six" or twelve" or two"
Did it matter"
When I look in the mirror now the reality of it all sets in.
Everything I hated about him....was what had brought me to life.
And I....despite all my hatred....carry on his Legacy.
This....was just the beginning.
God save them all.
How I hated the man.
The fear, the hatred, the loathing only grew when I found out....well....that even my existence was at the thanks of his talents.
Funny.
If I had been more insightful, more aware then I might have realized the fact that I looked nothing like my mother.
Darling Erika.
The imbecile.
Frail and weak. I swore to myself that I would never be as she had become.
Never submit, never to lose my head in the heat of the moment.
Well....mommy dearest never lost her head per se. No, she'd break like the weakest twig on a tree and bow to him before that happened.
Disobedience was never tolerated. If you disobeyed you were replaced.
Before she died....I have to question which version, which model I was looking at.
Was it six" or twelve" or two"
Did it matter"
When I look in the mirror now the reality of it all sets in.
Everything I hated about him....was what had brought me to life.
And I....despite all my hatred....carry on his Legacy.
This....was just the beginning.
God save them all.