Chapter Five

Alive?

Where did the colors go?

Far away now.

Why?

Because they had to.

I miss them.

I know.

Will I see them again?

Do you want to?

Yes.

Then you will.

When?

Soon.

I wish I could see them now.

Why do you think you deserve to see them?

I don't know.

Do you think the colors want to see you again?

I hope so.

Do you know why they would?

No.

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Are you still there?

I am here.

Will you show me the colors now?

You must first promise to find out why they want to see you.

Okay.

Do you promise?

I promise.

Good.

Where are the colors? I can't see them.

You will. Rest now.

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I am not dead.

I am not a creature made of spare parts from broken men. I am have not been sewed together with string. I have not been animated by lightning from the heavens. I am not the product of a mad scientist.

I am not a thing to be gawked at. I am not a thing to be ridiculed. I feel the harsh words people cast on me. I see their disgust. I see their hate. They say I am not human. They say I am a beast.

I am none of these things. I am not a monster. I am not a beast. I am human. I am a man. I have a soul. I hope, feel, and strive like any other man. I am not dead.

How do I know I am not dead?

Because I hear his voice in my head. One filled with triumph and pride. Do you know what the voice says? Listen carefully and I will tell you. It says:

"It's alive! ALIVE!"

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