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"A human mind, once stretched to a new idea, never returns to its former dimensions."
-Oliver Wendell Holmes (1809 - 1894)
This is my facility. Ten years of mind consuming planning and I can see that my dream is almost at hands reach. Just a little more and I’ll be there. I will not let anyone stand in my way. This is MY work. I’ve poured my sweat and blood into it. I will not tolerate imperfection.
My creations are perfect. They are the perfect weapon, the perfect tool. You should see the way they practically bow at my feet. It’s pleasing to the eye. Testing has been going well and they are passing with flying colors. They will be able to control their puppets perfectly in a few months’ time. I can hardly contain myself. The excitement is overpowering but I must not get out of hand. One false step and my work could fall to the ruins.
My brothers laughed at me and said it was madness to try and take up a project that requires an immense amount of devotion. I will show them. They will come begging at my doorstep when they see how successful I will become. I too was beginning to doubt myself but fortunately I came to my senses in time. People might see this project as evil and inhumane now but as time goes on they will begin to see it my way. The petty little worries everyone had on the matter of my puppets rebelling against me were unsubstantial. They do not remember anything of their past lives. All they know is now and all I deem important is now. When I deem something important to them then it shall be as I say. This is how it works. They are my puppets just like they have all their puppets. It is truly the work of a genius, the genius of course being yours truly. I cannot wait till I make my project known to the world.
I’m getting ahead of myself here. I must deal with the present and leave the matters of the future for later dates. This is how the genius Karzacat met his doom. His ideas were so great and full of potential but unfortunately for him he forgot the basic part of making sure you succeed. He completely failed to see that getting cocky is the number one way to failure. What a shame. We could have met and discussed a number of things too but all is well that ends well right? A least for me it ended well. For him? Let’s just say I would most definitely not want to be in his position.
Ah, it is time for me to address my subjects. We do not want to be late for that now do we?
“Master Antoni?”
“Yes, Suzy.”
“I have just received the report on how the six are doing.”
The six? Since when did we start calling them that? I will not allow my puppets to be nicknamed with a cheesy name such as the six. I prefer something original and some thing that I come up with. Why is it that people, or rather, scientists in this facility feel that they have authority over anything? What I say is what will be done and if I do not say it then DO NOT DO IT. This is such a simple rule. Even a four year old would be able to perfectly grasp the meaning of this rule but apparently my scientists are so mentally challenged they fail to comprehend its meaning. I wonder why I chose to put up with such insolence.
“I do not remember stating that my puppets will become known as the six. Who is it that chooses to face my wrath with such audacity?”
“S s s sir. I am terribly sorry. I simply heard the name along the way and assumed that you decided to name them the six. I did not want to come in here and not use the name you bestowed upon them because that would show great disrespect, Sir.”
“Do not stutter. It makes you seem deceitful. On top of that who is it that allowed you to assume such impertinence? Do not answer that. I would rather be doing something useful which does not include sitting here and listening to your fruitless chatter.”
“Yessir.”
“Now do tell me what it is you want from me.”
“Your puppets have been doing extremely well recently and we think that it is time to kick their training up a notch.”
“Well why do I need to know this? You could have simply done that and not stood there wasting my time. I have better things to do than to sit there listening to you all day.”
“Yes, sir.” She seemed downcast at this and for a moment I felt some satisfaction at knowing that she knew who was boss in this facility.
Results seemed to be coming up fast with my puppets. They were advancing faster than I had thought possible. This was definitely the up part of my day. But then I do not think that there was a down part in the first place.
“Reeta, Sean, Sebastian, Leon, Mika, Jana, you all seem to be doing well today.”
There is a muffled response. They are entranced by me. I give them a little speech on how great they are yadda, yadda, yadda. I hate having to go through this every week but it is important. I have to get them to trust me. It is probably the biggest mistake they were going to make in their life, trusting me, but hey their loss is my gain.
“I am very pleased to hear that you have been doing exceedingly well in your training, but it has come to my attention that there are some complains in the way we have been treating you. I would like to hear some of these and maybe I can contribute to making sure you are happy.”
This is the down part to having them as pets. Apparently they have a mind of their own. Their personalities are interfering with my work. Something I’ll have to deal with as soon as possible. Can’t have them getting too comfortable. They are really going to be in for a rude awakening when they realize that I am boss and complaints to my generosity are seen as an insult and will not be tolerated.
Listen to them voicing their concerns. I am a really good actor. They actually believe I care about what they have to say. That feeling is just for now though. I will deal with them later. Any bad actions may interfere with their training and until I am fully satisfied with them I have to continue to put up this front. How troublesome.
Huh? I seem to have stopped paying attention and a question was directed at me. Seriously, can they not see that when I am thinking I hate to be interrupted?
“Could you repeat the question? I missed that. Sorry.”
“Oh no problem, Arthmael.” I wonder when we switched to a first name basis thing. This will have to be fixed as soon as I show them my true colors.
“We were wondering. Why is it exactly that we have to learn to control a puppet? Most humans in the world are normal while we have these abilities. What is your huge plan?”
What a good question indeed. Maybe I should tell them my true plan.
“Well you see my dearest friends, my true plan……..”
CLIFFLY!!! Okay so I decided to end this one on a cliffhanger. I really hated it when authors did that to me but come on, it’s so fun. It keeps you wondering. Sorry about the chapter being so short but I just wanted you to take a glance in the mind of Arthmael Antoni- the evil genius, or is he? I know I took a really long time to update but I was going through a major crisis of writers block and I had a lot of school work to do but luckily I finally got it out. I will try and have the next chapter up as soon as I can. With school and all it might be really hard but I promise I’ll try.
Kuro
