So… I don’t think you ever explained why you were the number one hater of lightners for so long… if you did, it must’ve been far too long ago for me to recall.
(A free space to rant!)
Hm. I guess I didn't. Lets see.
I was always told that the lightners were like our gods. They gave us meaning, purpose, our whole existence was owed to them, and I believed it! And I was something new, and they loved me. I was made in a factory and bought by a small music store. I was the only gramophone there, put on display to play music while the lightners shopped. They marveled at me, but the store owner wouldn't let anyone buy me for a while. Anyway, I devoted my whole life to them. Everything I was, I was for them. And then I was bought by the Dreemurrs. It felt nice to be used for such a... concentrated audience, I guess. I had a good few years of use before they went and bought a radio.
I was still on top of the world for a while, until I heard an advertisement from one of the stations. It was for a cassette player, it said "toss out that old outdated gramophone and get yourself a better and more reliable cassette player!" And I was destroyed. I couldn't believe it! To think, that all these years I've diligently served my lightners, just to end up replaced? I hated the thought. I barely liked being ordered around by someone I respected, let alone being used. I think it reminded me of when I didn't have my body. When people would carry me around, push me aside, bully me, just because I couldn't fight back. The thought that even though I was stronger now, there was still someone stronger than me? I was devastated, but since I didn't know how to handle emotions properly, that devastation turned to anger, and soon I was isolated. The white tarp was put over my head and I was left to collect dust.
I think I got close to petrifying a few days. But... probably the only reason why I didn't was because I wanted to dedicate my life to changing darkners' views of lightners. Because no matter what I said, they still praised them.
I don't really think I hate them. But... if I don't act like it, I'll just end up feeling purposeless. And then I'll die. And despite my self-hatred, I have a very strong drive to live.







