A Self-Study Within A Broken Mind

For fear of my words getting lost to the current status of my habitation, I employed my old way of writing, by means of storage USB with all my past stories, and those who would one day come to be. I had to delve into one of their minds tonight. Tarne could not be set aside any longer. I stepped into the library expecting another giant contraption of orange tracks, only to find Tarne playing by herself with JJ nowhere in sight. She was skipping on the wooden floor of many different hues, trying to only land on the lightest ones. “Hey,” I said, making her land on one foot, and tumble over to the couch. “Sorry. Where’s JJ?” “He didn’t want to play with me anymore,” Tarne said. “He’s very childish.” I smiled. “He is a child, Tea.” “I’m a child, TOO,” she continued. “But he’s a really petty little brat. We played his game for a bit, with a bunch of action elements. When he got tired, I made us some snacks and drinks, and asked if I can choose the next game. At first he was ok with it, but ...

(26k words, unedited) Wouldn’t you like to get everything you desire through simply talking to those who have that everything? Well, keep dreaming. This isn’t a story of some magical mind-control crap. This is a story of the past, when people were illiterate idiots. Among them was me, Atroano. Call me Ano. While millions starved to drive out certain members of certain groups into the open, the Capitas only cared about profits. Greed ruled the land and killed the land. Smack dab in the middle of it, I was born screaming out for food that wasn’t coming. My family name, Zisi, meant a lot a while back, or so I was told. Now the name meant nothing. Another few letters dragged through the mud. Early life was short and burdened. I had to earn my keep as soon as I could hold an excavator. Our group wondered around looking for opportunity, food, and love. The Capitas called us Wonderers when in public, but they called us trash among themselves. They were the rich and powerful of Ahedis. What co...