7 Anthology and Interlude: The Foundation of the Thrones

In the midst of life what separates a beast from a human is its sheer instinct to survive. Devour to live and evolve. Humans are different in that they want to rule. Two creatures pinned up against each other, created from an unknown creator. Thus thrones were built. For balance. Gander of the sight of life. As it is as cruel as it is beautiful.

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"Ah, such an interesting tale don't you think? Dr.Oaken?" Says a young boy with dark brown hair.

"You read too much. When you should be reading the world." Dr.Oaken swirls a glass cup filled with Hennessy Richard scotch. Ice cubes rattle around the edges of the cup.

"But books make you imagine wonderful worlds. It is because of you reading stories out loud for me, that I can make new worlds in my mind and it is because of our world that these books exist." Joyfully replies the boy with.

"Fuck the world, boy. Fuck it in its whore asshole. Fuck everything about it. Fuck your imaginary world as well. Everything is pointless. You live and you die. That's fucking it." Dr. Oaken cracks his glass of scotch. Fresh blood leaks from his index finger.

A flicker of flames dies in the winter night. Silence fills the room.

"You know what I hate more than our own spineless species?"

Silence.

"I fucking hate who created us." Dr. Oaken takes a long sip from the broken glass and then smokes on a fat cigar.

"Bless science. The only thing good that ever came from this whore world." He gazes at the stars and takes a puff from his cigar.

"Bless science."

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I have always believed that Dr. Oaken was the smartest man on our planet. He would create things that no mere mortal would dare to dream of. He was a man who won many awards and created many mind-blowing theories. He truly was a genius of untouchable status. However, the only thing he couldn't conquer was his drinking problem and his hatred towards our world. That, and the many women he slept with.