a bit more entertaining.
You will be the greatest
of all creations—
top of the food chain,
closest, even, to me.
Yes, yes!
My own image—
as a proof,
proof that I chose you
above everything else.
But—
there’s a but—
there always is.
Oh, no, it isn’t death.
Death will be
something you’ll wish for—
I know. I know.
It may sound cruel,
but don’t let it bother you—
for now.
As for the catch—
it will be something
I… actually don’t have.
Rejoice!
Oh, don’t worry about it.
It will make you more—
engaging,
more warm,
more home-y—
do you get me?
It’s called—
what’s that ‘m’ word?
M… m… em—
Ah! Empathy!
Yes, that’s right.
Empathy.
Oh, don’t make that frowny face—
you’re making me look ugly.
It’s sort of like
you can read people’s minds.
See? See?
Think of it like magic.
Oh, you’ll learn of it
sooner than you think.
For now—
run along in the garden.
Enjoy life.
Be merry.
Soon after,
you’ll learn more.
Learn, too, why I let myself
lack such folly.
What’s that? No—
it’s not too important.
For now—
go.
Run along.
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