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~ Fallen

I am a freak.

It is what I have been told my entire life.

I am a freak. Unnatural. Unloved.

I do not belong.

I am not human. Yet, I am, at the same time.

Monstrous, yet angelic. Worthless, but also priceless. Nameless, although I have a name. Without a gender, even though I am male. I have no purpose, yet They ramble on about my 'Kind', and how it will change the "very fabric of modern society", whatever that means. I do not belong, yet They say that my place is here. In the Facility.

I am confused.

I am lonely.

It is nothing new. Because I do not matter in Their eyes.

Maybe... I do in yours?

My name is not important, because neither am I. Only my Purpose - a Fate I know I will have no control over, try as I might. Yet... what is my Purpose? I it something I can take when others are not looking? Will someone give it to me? Must I make one for myself? Or do I have to earn it? When will I have it? A time to be; a time to exist.

Only... I already exist. Don't I?

I exist in today. Now. I breathe oxygen, I blink my eyelids, twitch and move and feel emotion. I smile when I am happy. I cry when I am sad. I dream when I sleep.

I have two legs, two arms, a pair of eyes, and a set of ears. I have hair that grows and skin that hurts and blood that flows when I am cut. Lungs that breathe, a heart that beats, and a brain that functions.

I am alive. I can feel. I exist. But I also cannot. I am not.

My name holds no significance nor meaning, because neither do I. Because I am nothing. Except... I am also something.

I am Specimen Six-Four-U-G. A simple collection of living data.

And I am a freak.

Still... I am only human.