Everything's so blurry.
C2323 barely made his way outside. His eyesight was clouding, and he didn't understand why. Were these tears? Had he really forgotten what it felt like to cry? No.... This was something more than tears that clouded his visuals, but he didn't know what it was.
Destroy.
And everything's so fake.
He was wondering down a street made of dirt. He watched the people -- all the people. They weren't his kind of people, but for some reason, he couldn't get the image of living here out of his head. The people here were so happy. Why was that? Why couldn't he be happy, too?
Was it because he was a clone? Was it because he'd been manufactured in some lab? Was that why he could not be happy!? Was that the answer!? He refused to believe that clones could not achieve happiness, and he knew that it was an absurd idea.
What really clouded his happiness was his original. K2323 -- and the Aralangs as well -- had cloned him. They'd hidden his true identity from him. They'd led him to believe he was someone else. Given him someone elses life. And now, all of that had been violently taken away from him.
And then there was the fact that he was apparently one with Zirridian, the last known surviving piece of a believed-to-be-dead man. Was that the voice in his head? Was that voice Zirridian? Or was C2323 Zirridian all along? It was so confusing.
But one thing was for sure... These people here could not understand true happiness, for they'd never been without it. C2323 was without it now. There was only one way which he could regain his happiness. He had to kill K2323 so that he could be truly happy.
Yes, it was true. Everyone is empty here. And C2323 had to fulfill their lives by giving them the chance to gain happiness. But to do that, he had to take their happiness away from him... That's what he would do, then. He'd show these villagers sadness so that they could refind happiness.
...But could C2323 find it in him to destroy these villagers?
