Legatus505

Sleepless Nights Art by Yukako:  https://x.com/kk_JN424/status/1789681950544003485   There was a time that I considered sleepless nights a curse. Sleep was an escape from the mortal coil. A temporary reprieve from the consciousness that inflicts us all. In sleep there was comfort. Trapped in a state between life and death where the mind powered down and the body allowed itself to recharge, there was little that could disturb me.    How long has it been now since the insomnia began? Before the slaughter, that much is certain. Had I still the heart to sleep at that age, I might have been kinder to the man who game me my eyes. Before the surgeries even. These cloudy windows into my soul matched the person I was by that time. Were I not already so drained and broken, how could I be resurrected as Frankenstein's Monster? Perhaps I never truly slept through a night. I only have a dream of sleep. Some artificial concept of human rest.    I take a swig of the clear...

 Tears in the Rain   Second entry. What a day for it. Mouth gagged. Hands bound. Seeing and hearing all with no action to take. Zugzwang. The strongest cyborg... what a fucking joke.   I had to cut me and the professor's chat short. Too many things were almost said that couldn't be taken back. It's not that he would hold it against me. How could he? Rather, I've begun to see that often the mistakes we make weigh on us more than anyone else. How long has it been since I thought like this? The bunker? The slaughter? perhaps even before conscription. Weakness that was carved out of me. Never out of him though. How did he keep going for so long, so soft and vulnerable?   The house has fallen silent, leaving a deafening echo in it's wake. Each of us deal with things in our own way I guess. They've found comfort in one-another and for that I'm glad. The thief is being extra mischievous, giving the cop plenty of ways to distract himself and the psychic is acting as...

  First entry.    What to write?    It's two days before my debut and I should really be focused on that, but I'm not. Rather I'm having way too much fun on this generation's social media. Everyone in this time takes everything so seriously. "Share things about yourself. Let them know you. Interact with the world." I have no mouth, yet I must tweet and record videos.      What even is a senpai? I've had to fight just to survive since I was born. That I get. That I'm good at. Hell, one of the best at. Here I guess they need to beg and play nice to get ahead. Voxxy took my arrival just as well as I hoped. Imagine the demon's surprise hearing my voice again after that meeting. Bastard had the gall to play nice in public at first. I'm surprised to see how much people care for one such as him.    ...Having said that, I'm shocked at just how many people have seemingly accepted me. It's hard to keep up with all the art and I gave up on even tr...