The Professor Welcomes you
I attempted to create a website that was not me. I attempted to be who I wanted to be and not who I am. That was a falacy. Everyone lives in their world their lives their families, professions, ect…
Not me, I live in your world, the world of you humans. If you listen to the news, this is a horrible place where everyone needs to distrust everyone else. That is falce, you humans have created a magical world where you just need to say the word and an army of servants mobilize to breing you goods and services you desire. Thus creating a rather interesting world to live in.
That being the state of things, My kind have chosen you to research, to understand why you do the things the way you do. I say my kind, because I personally don’t remember signing up for such an invasive and thurough research project. Certain events due to what happened, I don’t remember signing up for. That being said, knowing myself, I can’t say I didn’t accept the assignment.
Yes all that was rather vague and uninformative, just the taste for your tongues…I think that is how it is spelled, spelt, (I guess both are correct, English is such a funny language). The reason for the vagueness is that to give you a proper vision of who I am, there are a few tales that need addressing. Where to start…the begining or the end?
While many of you despise being told a story out of order, thus the coined term of ‘Spoilers’, I have found such abhorance irrelivant. For it is the approach to such an end wherein the true wisdom lies.
The beginning would be the beginning of September 1990, with two children they are responsible for, two adult humans, one of which would be my surrogate for the gestation period, engaged in coitus. Shortly thereafter, with the surrogate primed my embryo, was implanted using quantum fluctuations. After Gestation, producing this mortal frame to experience and research human life in this meatsack. It has been quite the adventure.
From Being ‘born’ I have witnessed death within my first couple of months, been tortured, abused, demeaned*, berated, abandoned. Traveled cross country, stolen from (repeatedly), dug pits for my enemies and also for myself. Educated at an accelerated rate, forced to remain with those less educated for the sake of another, neglected and…well that’s all I can think of for now. The only possession I have from my childhood is a blanket from one of my teachers, the why is unclear, but It is special.
Now you may ask why those terms? I have found that my Identity is not at all similar to those beings with those persons in which my nurturing phases were found. As a matter of fact we all have rather erratic Identities, supposing differing Sources, although the host being the same.
As for surrogate, Most mammalian hosts to offspring seem to trigger protective instincts from the hosts. I use plural for as the mother physically hosts the offspring, the father socially hosts the offspring. Thus both are needed in tandem to successfully repopulate the species.
Now this is enough for this entry thus for your understanding there are a few takeaways:
First I was brought into this current existence much like you humans were.
Second there are many stories, and I wish to give them proper context for understanding my understanding of human nature. Therefore, Please continue in these readings.
Third, other than the perspective and narrative this is written in, All of the stories are true and Really did happen.
I don’t claim to be the most creative individual, I tend to just pull examples from my life. From claiming a wild dog, to be starved and tricked into eating what one shouldn’t have.
And lastly, whatever you are going through, you can and will make it, it may be painful. It may royally suck, but tomorrow is another day.