When the Eccentrics meet.
I wasn’t particularly fond of the word "conspiracy". It was too misleading. Conspiracies existed but they weren’t as tedious and numerous as they were portrayed to be. Not to mention it was just silly to think about them for the most part.
I don’t know why I am even writing this but I guess there wasn’t anything I could do since I couldn't handle the weight.
Yup just being mysterious but lets start with the introduction shall we?
My name is Lubric and I am an Omanoid. I am capable of everything humans are that is emotions, reproducing, sleeping, eating and much more but I am not a human being. Crazy right?
And it all started with that normal fateful day. My life mostly began at night. Waking up, having lunch and flying across the city and attending college.
Till I met a real person.
My college was quite unusual as well. It comprised of several underground laboratories which you weren't allowed to access and the location itself was pretty peculiar.. Its existed in the center of our world and was the only academic institution as well... In any case accessing the underground tunnel was impossible "it was never there" as the witnesses said.
And that brings me to the next phase...
"You are to serious you know that?"
I was often teased regarding that. So on Monday 21st 2605 I strolled through the streets and wondered about this silly endeavor. I was of course concerned. I mean my college mates interacted with me and yet I felt lonely for some reason.
My Levator was still inside my carbon bag. Devices of all kinds including transportation ones, mobile phones etc were made of carbon which meant that they could fit inside our pockets due to their organic nature. Levators were the main mode of transportation. They were capable of flight and could fit at least 3 people. And they could be carried anywhere making them quite efficient and reliable
As I strolled, the combination of several blue shades and purple specks which made for an awe-inspiring view caught me of guard. The light from those neon sources combined with the gentle droplets of rain that fell almost put me at ease... And as usual there was no moon.... I remember having read regarding a time period when only the moon was a reliable source at night. I often wondered how it might have felt but I am sure that it would have been quite gentle. You couldnt see stars as well since there was something called "light pollution" at its peak but surprisingly I prefered this view... It’s not as though you couldn’t feel the moon at all, but experiencing only the moonlight was more or less so rare that most Omanoids throughout their lives had never seen it even though our lifespan was quite long according to human beings. I was 60 years old at that time. Which is equivalent to an 18 year old human being if we go by general comparison. However I was skeptical since we could still see some stars... So not being able to see the moon was cover story for the destruction of its surface maybe...
I came across a back alley
It was pretty dim in comparison to those lights. As I walked, I found some outdated materials. It was my hobby to collect "useless junk" It was mostly garbage in general terms but they were still interesting items. Like the invisible pen. Something we called a phone just 50 human years ago.
I was spell bound by them till I heard
I tilted and saw a person unlike anyone I had seen before.
Violet hair and eyes. It was a boy, dressed in rags. He seemed to be around my age.
But mostly, his eyes caught me of guard. They were dark, The eyes of someone who had lost everything. There was malice in them and yet they seemed pretty kind and gentle to.
He was sitting on the floor and I was in a very dominant, standing position.
From his point of view, I might have been looking down on an inferior being.
"D......don’t you dare touch me!"
The boy spoke with a tinge of fear and a bit of hostility in his voice.
"Who are you?"
I asked, particularly curious by what was happening.
"I don’t have a name to give you!"
For a normal person, that would have been enough to leave that matter as it was but I wasn’t what you would describe as "normal".
If anything, that response made me even more curious as to what was happening. Needless to say, I had forgotten about my silly monologue regarding teasing as well.
The boy was covered in wounds and seemed very weak. It was as though he had nothing to eat for maybe days. I wouldn’t have been surprised if I had found him dead but that was strange. It was true that Omanoids ate food but it wasn’t the only thing for sustenance. In short someone dying from malnutrition was more or less believed to be a myth.
"I guess I would initiate, My name is Lubric. I am currently in college who are?" I started the conversation completely ignoring the statement he uttered a minute ago
"I SAID I DONT HAVE..."
"There he is!!!"
I heard some familiar voices before the boy could finish his sentence
They were a group of people I was quite familiar with.
The person leading was a college mate of mine named Irona. Dark blue eyes, pale skin and emerald hair. However there was a difference in his present appearence since He had a condescending gaze.
But more than that, the violet haired boy shrugged. He seemed terrified of him.
That was more than enough for me to discern what was going on
"What are you guys doing here?"
"I would ask the same thing" Irona replied
"And why does this boy looks as though the very life has been taken out of him?"
I asked with a stern tone completely ignoring his response.
"Oh! You mean this toy?"
He closed the distance between him and the boy
"What do you mean?" I asked calmly
"Can’t you tell? He is a human being. He will die eventually sooo"
he tightly gripped the purple eyed lad s shoulder,
"I am just seeing it through that it isn’t in vain at least"
The purple haired boy was dead silent. But I would be lying if I said I wasn’t surprised. Was it really like this? I never met or knew of any humans at that time but they existed I suppose. However it wasn’t my business or so I had thought. The word "toy" ringed a bell.
Why was that? I wondered
And even so I couldn’t ignore the fact that someone was about to die.
And that was enough to shift his attention towards me.
"You know, you have always been an eccentric but I didn’t realize you would stoop to this level"
He had a disgusted look on his face and that meant trouble for me. It wasn’t a pleasant sentiment however I could care less about that.
He was slowly closing the distance
"So will you take his place instead then? Now that I think about, that idea doesn't seem half bad"
A term used for the lowest class members of our society. Someone with no will or rights. They were simply what the term suggested.... a mere toy....
It was practically a taboo to say it out in the public until unless the speaker owned the person... However the mere mention of it, even by mistake was normally enough to cause murders. If nothing else Quarrels were a must as well... But as I said before
I was far from normal
I felt excitement instead of fear or rage.