Jack

Clean,
Dress,
Bathe,
Feed,
Clean,
Assist,
Dress,
Bathe,
Feed,


A routine
Order

I do not feel my own self, as I am not moving for me.
A puppet, a vessel, a being born to serve my master.
It’s always been this way.

I don’t mind though, after all, I don’t feel anything.
So is it wrong?
No
It’s the way it’s suppose to be
Simply, Order.

I only know In this world that our species serve,
Born bound to our masters
They control us for comfort, control, order
These were the only thoughts in my mind for years…

Until my final order..
The one that saved my life, but ruined it all at once

My being was ordered to my masters chambers.
But something wasn’t right
Their eyes were wet, a thing that I later learned was called “sadness”
“How may I serve you Master” I spoke in a voice seemingly lifeless to their own.
The masters eyes softened “Look at you.. there’s a soul inside that lifeless shell…”
My voice repeated “How may I serve you Master”
The Master bitterly chuckled “Us Masters are a horrid bunch- we took something that wasn’t ours and twist it until it was corrupted forever.. no thoughts, emotions…”
*Strange.. the master isn’t giving me orders, what if I try again*
“How may I assist you, Master”
The Masters expression switched
“Kill me”
Without feelings or knowing truly what death was.
I killed my master
….

Suddenly
I collapsed, what is this? I’m not being moved by my master?! Where his he?!?
What his happening.
He looked at his task makers and clenched..
Did I just.. control…… myself?…
No no no..
This is all wrong
“MASTER!”
*gasp*
“I’m.. im speaking out of my speech selection.. what is this…”
“AHHHHHHH”
“AHHHHHHHHH”
*joyous laughter*
“Is this speech?!”!The being laughed voice filled with a new sort of life- a purpose
The being stumbled out of the room
“Ahah..”
“…”
“What’s going to happen to me now…..?”

[To be continued]
Story written by Closet#599128