Although my slave profession is computer programmer, I am truthfully a creative artist forced to perform. I work on multiple pieces of various sizes at the same time, sometimes in different languages. My work demands symmetry and everything is a masterpiece which can never be anything less than perfect. Whether its a script of a few lines or several thousand, a mistake should not be found. Although an in-Human feat this can be accomplish through a zen of steel and a life dedicate to something not of yourself. When errors eventually arise they can be the result of any many reasons, even a knock on the door could have been the culprit. But because the whip lashes and the master calls, we know repercussions are to be had for such ineptness. Food must brought to the table and the stress of maintaining this error free environment is exponentially maddening, suicide would bring a welcomed quite. The chains are just too heavy and my steel is buckling. If I just wasn't forced to compete with my neighbors, maybe we could just live to survive. Then maybe I could just be a creative artist instead of being a terrorized one. How could I convince every soul on Earth to claim their allegiance to themselves? How could I convince people being good towards one another is required for a world of peaceful people? Why can't I find any good people capable of being a member to world peace? Were are the natural born citizens of Earth wanting to care for one another by sharing and volunteering to ensure all survive? Where are my Angels of Earth born to deliver us from this genocidal mess? Life would have been much better had I the support of my entire species without an addiction to an unnecessary currency, what a waste. Alpha beasts have made possession the law, so it's everyone for themselves. The gentil are for slaughter, our great mortal sin.