From the eyes of 1:

"They left us nothing … why must we right their wrongs?"...

I suppose the truth lies behind the fact that we live in an unfair world. And when one lives in an unfair world it seems that all we can do is try our best … try.

Perhaps that's what the humans of the new generation thought when they were forced into this world and inherited the mistakes of the old. The task of fixing these mistakes left solely to them. Then the generation after them would be force to pick up the burden of their parents and then the next generation shall do the same and so on and so forth in what seems like such a continual vicious cycle until one day there is no more generations left to fight … until all of humanity becomes exhausted in it's never ending struggle. Until the wall has been hit, and there is no one left to fight the battle. It would seem that, for humanity, that wall had been reached.

However one man, the scientist, thought it fit to have the battle continue on. Therefore he implanted his soul into all of us… 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9 and I. Now it is we who inherit their wrongs, their failures, their short comings. It is us who are stuck in this world that they made, not them. As I said before we live in an unfair world therefore it is expected of us to right their wrongs.

Yet who could say that the humans did not try? They failed miserably, but in the end they realized what was happening, what they were doing, and how it affected them and the world. And most importantly they tried to change. And in this I find hope. I find hope because I am made from part of them. And if I can find some good in them, then there must be some good in me. There must be some good in all of us. This alone gives me comfort but it still does not quell my anger or my resentment towards them. Then I remember what I said earlier… we all try and do our best... then immediately my mind slips back into that dark place again and I think 'but sometimes our best just isn't good enough'. Then I see 9 holding 7's hand and he's telling her it's going to be alright. Then the light slowly begins to seep into my soul once more.

It is true, I tell myself, that we live in an unfair world but if you know that you can tip the scales, make that one difference, are you obligated to do it? No, you're not. That's the reality. And this is why they failed. However now it falls down to the five of us… 3, 4, 7, 9 and I. It is our choice this time. And out in that sea of onlookers and bystanders sometimes one will rise out of the darkness to make that hard choice. This is when I see 9 standing alone, looking into the face of doom waiting for the machine to take his life. He was willing to make that choice that seems so vitally necessary. I see him standing there and I know… sometimes the sacrifice of one is necessary for the good of many. I have said this before but never grasped the true weight of my words nor the true meaning. That one hand that I see stretching out of the dismal darkness and deafening silence, volunteering to be that sacrifice is all it takes to show me the truth. It shows me that not only are we necessary to the continuation of life, we are worthy of it. Therefore I take 9's place and sacrifice myself in hopes that we will prevail... by keeping them alive I just might do that.

We live in an unfair world... but perhaps that can change.