The Legend of Kuze Ren

I was born dead, shackled to the assembly lines. The soap they fed us kept us sedate, numb but alive enough to function. We put out The Companies products. Complaints were neither an option or considered. At times the new clones that had reached functional age were introduced. At times the older units were routinely removed and taken to merge with The Whole. The soap was constant.

What exists past the production line I was bred in the spawning vats to operate? I fear until my “meat” dies and I obtain pure energy within “The Whole”, as the Company Manual promises, I will never know. I’m here till either my body fails or they learn about the what I'm about to do.

In time I learnt to hack the Info Lines and spread my notions and ideas anonymously without knowing who or how many I reached. If they reached anyone at all.

May the Whole hep us all.