It's been a while since I wanted to write a story by myself, especially with Nir.

Although I barely/never write in my life, I hope I get better in the future, since I want to make some storytelling with some of my characters. :)

Story was written by me

Edited by  lupuskintsugi

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What is a human being, she thought.

A life. A thing that moves with its own flesh and bones. A highly intelligent being that can think and building a society with multiple languages. People.

They say to themselves that freedom is sacred and all human beings shall be born free. Their society was built on a delusion. A lie.

They have ruled the world with their intelligence, and shaped the world to their image. All the collateral damages regarding their development was ignored.

But they were wrong, she thought.

Nowadays, they are neither born free nor die free. Free will was a false impression of reality. A mistaken belief that did not discriminate between the social classes, nor intelligence.

Of course, some humans might have some advantages. Yet, they are merely balancing on the unstable system they created. Other humans became the things they destroyed, favoring machinery over blood and flesh.

The world is no longer theirs. The world is a massive system. A swamp so delicately made to eat everything and everyone with endless hunger. Those who have sunk deep inside the swamp were dissolved without a trace. Even keeping their head above water with the support of human skulls merely delayed the inevitable. There was no way out.

They were pitiful creatures. Meaningless and replaceable without a whisper. Like Ozymandias, time would soon wash away their existence.

Then what is their motive? What makes these cogs keep rolling, whether willingly or unwillingly?

Money.

A very powerful thing that has power to replace your childhood dreams into numbers.

It lifts a human up and can bring one down. From bubblegum in a small store to cutting-edgy military fighter jets, everything is related to capital. A profit is the top priority. Trivial things such as human rights and freedom is now buried beneath empty words and rain-check promises. Humanity’s concept now reigns over them. No one controls money. Like a goldfish trapped in a fishbowl world, humans struggle to survive and thrive in their little bubbles. This was a reality that they cannot escape, whether you are a prostitute or a begging child in the corner of the dark alley, or a successful CEO. Under a flashing neon lights and bulletproof bank windows, creatures now rely on cogwheels’ instead of their brains to evolve. No humans will look out after for another injured.

She took a short breathe.

We will protect your valuable life and properties, that was the company’s motto. Corporations like that provide goods and services, feeding on sawdust made from grinding gears. The cogs purchase those to live in a fantasy of living as a human, by exchanging the numbers for their sweat, time and life. A laborer who had worked all day drinks a cold beer. An accountant has a brand new home appliance he purchased with a 12 months installment plan. Contract workers who have made slave-like contracts with corporations have purchased things for themselves using their little monthly allowance. While they are living like that, corporations brainwash them into Socialism and Communism's inevitable failure. Labor laws are meaningless, unions and protests get quelled fast, efficiently and brutally by companies like hers. New cogwheels replace the old ones after poodles of blood and placards stampeded by boots. All this repeats, but nothing changes.

She slightly opened her red eyes. Lines of buildings, skyscrapers. A scene of gray blocks after blocks covered by drizzling foggy rain. This lifeless landscape always made her choke.

Sudden urge of rage sparked inside of her. It was suffocating. She wanted to destroy them all. She wanted to destroy and stomp on all the featureless gray buildings and humans. She wanted to paint their meaningless gray lives into red.

But, she was a part of the system after all. Even though people pay 60 million dollars for her, she was no different than a cheap prostitute on a street, she thought. Humans fear and admire whenever they look up to her titanic body. They think she’s a god-like being, who can bend rules, laws and systems by mere overwhelming physical power.

But, everything has the opposite reaction. She was not a god, just merchandise. Among the things they put inside of her head to monitor and watch her, there was a bomb. A failsafe to maintain quality of the goods and value. They injected her with all sorts of chemicals when they put her to sleep. Her dreams were always nightmares. Horror and frustration embedded by their chemicals were enough to sink her deeply into instinctual fear. This fear with no real cause always messed with her. In her mind, a storm of complicated and unstable emotions that the corporation enforced during missions. A stimulate of a sort. They always wanted their merchandise to function well. You can’t sell a good that has flaws. Profit always comes the first.

Even with 60 million dollars per hour, she was a top selling merchandise. They deployed her to repel kaijus, aid corporation skirmishes, and even to clear structures in redevelopment areas.

Whether it was intentional or not, she had taken a lot of lives. People have died so easily just because they were around her, and she didn’t care a bit. Having exposed with endless brainwash sessions and nightmares, her mind became extremely apathetic. She wasn’t stupid enough to believe in their brainwash propagandas, but it made her assessment towards humans completely emotionless. To her, humans were nothing but little, moving things. No matter what lives they had, what thoughts and emotions they had, what future they had, she didn’t care. All those things simply ceased to exist whenever she took a step. She had more important things to consider. The satisfaction of the CEOs and her corporation. She moved her body in order to give them a good show. To give them more profit, power, honor, happiness, and satisfaction. A merchandise without value gets cancelled, so she rectified that with a destructive performance.

She groaned. Headaches. The chemicals they feed to her brain always left migraines. She used her frustration and rage to strike her targets. Just like they intended.

They weren’t stupid. The devices they implanted inside of her transmitted reports regarding her physical, and psychological status. They regularly ran her through with session with a psychologist. Funnily enough, those were times that she can relieve herself with an emotionless visage. With a smallest hint of her going rogue, the company will press down the detonation button of her implanted bomb without hesitation. She was the most valuable and most dangerous product to them at the same time. A dangerous paradox with high risk, but greater reward.

Someday, she told herself. Her cold red stares turned away from the fleeing vehicles and people around her, and to the target several blocks away.

Then, she took another step. Moving her body deeper into the city, ending more lives under her feet with a crunch.

THOOOOOOOOOOOM!!!!!!!

There was a business to take care of. Those miniscule pests were collateral damage. Profit always comes first, after all.