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Spero's Dairy

Spero, which translate into, 'I hope,' is a short story about a man named 13203, born into a god forsaken world. This story is how to main character describes his life through a dairy which is recovered a few years later. [The picture in the cover is not owned by me. No copyright infringement intended!]

Frostysyrup · Guerra
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4 Chs

Sixteenth to Twenty-fifth Entry

• Sixteenth entry;

Done, I'm hiding in the woods for now. The shot wasn't easy. I had two seconds to aim and shoot before she entered the armored car. Either hit or wait for another year. Funny thing is, I've never felt so satisfied before, her face seemed so up-close through that scope. Witnessing her final moments was delightful. I've fallen low, can't be considered human anymore. The day I pulled that trigger, I was ready to die. One who is ready to kill must be ready to be killed, I'm sorry father, this is the only way I can find a sliver of closure. Nevertheless, the deed is done. I found some time to write thanks to some new allies. For all I know, I may be killed tomorrow or this very instant, but they seem trustworthy; onto the next target.

• Seventeenth entry;

It baffles me to see that the police think I'm innocent. Their proud and impeccable crime detection system is faulty, I killed an executive that normally would have gotten me killed. My karma band is zero, hell is about to be unleashed. I probably have the weirdest grin on my face, but I know that I can't be found that easily. The next stop is The Hommage, a hospital – but rumored to be a torture chamber for men as well as a hotbed for experimentation. The person in charge, Mallota Geuner, another executive.

• Eighteenth entry;

I'm on the run yet again, I've killed Mallota Geuner. I had to relinquish my praised notebook for the sake of making my infiltration a success. Yes, I worked at that vile place for two months, my contacts got me an internship. Who knows how they did it, but working diligently for those monsters made my blood boil. I wanted to kill them all, those so-called scientists. That place was far worse than a torture chamber, they performed human experiments, mutations, research about super soldiers, and immortality. Man trying to play god, what a tale. Long story short, Mallota Geuner appreciated how much I worked. One day, I was called into her office for a special reward. Instead of accepting her generous offer, I thought, why not be Santa for once. Santa indeed I was for I delivered a gift she'll never forget. A bullet straight in the forehead.

• Nineteenth entry;

After that last assassination, people around the country have begun to acknowledge Spero. None knows who I am, only my name is renowned, 'Spero for…' became a motto. Yes, my still secret contacts are now a massive organization; I'll leave in a clue for the wise. My friends now were once my enemies, or so I thought for I had slain them before. A wise enemy is better than a foolish comrade, hence ends the clue. It may be hard or easy, though I haven't the strength to build a convoluted riddle. I wish not to tire my already overflowing mind. On that note, I must take my leave. We've decided to go undercover – the last remaining executive paired with the AI have become more active.

• Twentieth entry;

Once more I've lost track of time–I simply have no idea and don't care. While undercover, I've had to kill more people than my brain can ever remember, the sight of blood doesn't phase me anymore. I've lost my humanity. Today is the day I'm infiltrating my so-called mother's base. She's the remaining hurdle, the Spero movement has begun shifting the way our country works. Lately, even women have joined, discreetly of course. The karma bands, sadly, have prevented any largescale uproar. Hence, my dear readers, I must beg thee farewell, I've not the slightest idea if I'll make it out alive. Her base is a heavily militarized stronghold, Spero for my success.

• Twenty-first entry;

HAHA, it's with great pleasure that I'm writing this entry. My revenge is over, the three executives are dead – what is left is the AI. Notice how I didn't say I killed all three of them. My cover was blown the moment I met her, my supposed mother. Amidst the confusing and lengthy battle, my trusty assistant whose name I'll finally reveal as Geoffrey; a friend as well as part of my rather expansive family. One who's been with me from the very first kill–the intel was supplied by him also. During that battle, he saved me from imminent death by shooting from a very long distance. The bullet was aimed perfectly, and my so-called mother died.

• Twenty-second entry;

Our country is on lockdown, the AI has taken full reign over the military. We're currently living in constant fear, the karma bands have proved to be a hurdle once more. With such a device at its fingertips – the fight has gotten harder. Fewer people are following us, they fear the AI. Anyone who even speaks the name Spero is killed. Now, we are at war with unmanned soldiers. Access to the outside world is cut, the other countries have tried to aide our revolution, though it ended in naught.

• Twenty-third entry;

After a year since the death of my mother, the winds blow once more in our favor. Using the data we stole from the Hommage, one of our comrades – a reputed scientist, has discovered a way to remove the chips that bind us. A large-scale operation has been organized. People are trained for that purpose and dispatched across the country even now.

• Twenty-fourth entry;

The whole population is now free. Freedom after many years of torture and suffering. We've done it. In the end, the AI proved to be smart for it decided to call a truce of one week as both sides prepared. Today is the last day of said truce, I shall now reveal crucial information I've hidden in fear of being discovered. My name is Spero, leader of the resistance – yes, I was the one who regrouped the remnants of the once scattered resistance and united them under the same banner. The journey wasn't easy, first I had to kill two executives to prove my worth. Then when we went into hiding, I had to kill more, ones who supported the current regime, ones who hailed women as goddesses–and in that period, I gathered people through propaganda and other means. Sadly, I cannot go into more detail as it would take me another month to correctly describe said events.

• Twenty-fifth entry;

The final battle approaches, both sides are of equal size and force. Leaders all around the world are waiting. The revolution brought in by the will of a single man, my will, and the will of my former lover has turned everything upside down. 'I HOPE,' for a better future. 'I HOPE,' for a better life. 'I HOPE,' for a family. 'I HOPE,' for a world without conflict. Spero grew to become a new way of life, and today, that way of life is going to be tested for the last time. It's funny to see how people change, in front of me stands an army, their faces are filled with passion and the will to live. Father, I did it. On this note, I bid my farewell, dear readers. You'll probably never know the outcome of the final war.

I'm sorry Garnet for never telling you this, but thank you. From the bottom of my heart, I love you.