Reimagining: Kuno's Perspective
As I watch her be whisked away by the machine, I feel something I’ve never felt so greatly before. I don’t know whether to be enraged at her ignorance or upset that I’ve no one to talk to. I told her to visit me not only to try and help her see the truth about this place, but just to have someone to share my experiences with, share my… well, they’re beyond ideas. I guess there’s not a word for them. Yet there she goes, so sure of herself and her superficial bland ideas that the machine has programmed her to blurt out every now and then. She doesn’t know anything yet she thinks the world is made for her. I suppose it is made for people like her: complacent and uninspired servants of the machine who don’t care about anything besides their daily lectures and repetitive meals. Why is it that nobody but me can see any problem with this, it’s so blatantly wrong and unnatural, I guess that’s just how they were all born. I owe my mother my life, but what life is there to owe i...