No one remembers how things used to be. How people used to live. What people used to do. What they used to feel.

As soon as you’re born, the procedures begin. They last until you’re six to seven years old, depending on your genes. You’re taught how to live, eat, interact, and do whatever job they pick for you. After that, you live out your life for a full 25 years. Then you go back. Technically, you can pick when you go back, but most do it at 30. They notice wrinkles, sun damage, hurt, weight. So they go back. After that, your life is practically over. They fix you, change you. They get you all dolled up, a perfect pretty picture. And that’s how you stay. You get fixed, and you stay. You become a statue. We have whole facilities dedicated to keeping these statues. You learn for the first part of your life, spend the rest working nonstop, then you become a statue. A reminder about the good things coming.

Because of this way of life, nobody remembers how it used to be. Nobody remembers doing anything fun, dangerous, crazy. Most importantly, nobody remembers emotions, love. This world is handcrafted and sculptured. There is no time or need for love anymore. There are a few exceptions however. There are few who experience it, few who remember. I am one of the few. I remember everything, feel everything, know everything. And I’m using this knowledge to help others forget. To help them be turned into statues. To help them feel pretty.

Sometimes I am astonished that people are willing to trade their lives to look pretty. After all, isnt a life of pain better than no life at all? Sometimes I sit at my desk thinking ‘Surely nobody will come today’ but in they come. They see my old, wrinkled face and think ‘Who would live a life like that?’ and ‘Why doesnt he just turn?’ It sets their missions clear. It erases every doubt. Then they do the procedure.

So at the end of the day, I’m no longer surprised that they go through with this. Humans are near-sighted creatures. They trade pain for numbness. I end them, and they thank me for it. They don’t realize they trade everything else to. How could they, if they never realized they had it?