'-The colour in our blood is just another scientifically explainable factor of our existence...'
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The student shook himself up again, dragged his mind out of the would-be crimson curtain sliding down the minute crevaces of his palms. He raised his eyes to the lecture hall. An oversized mimic of a classroom. He had learned the content the lecturer was reading months ago. This was stupid. He was wasting his prescious time, every second of breath and heartbeat claimed by the thoughts consuming him.
He was sitting in a room full of vermin. Parasites. Some didn't even seem like they were alive, rotten discards sitting and writing the contents of the board. It made him sick. All these organisms - if they even deserved to be called so - weren't enough to be human in his eyes. They simply couldn't be, since to be human was to have a mind above that if all creatures and use it for the achievement of your goals.
All these students were mindless.
They never questioned anything, and he was too pessimistic to check every soul for traces of proper consciousness.
So, just as simply, they weren't human.
They were wasting this world's resources and the opportunity that life had given them.
That moment, a thought rose in his mind.
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Why do all these pests have the right to live?
When their lives are spent self-sustaining under the eternal delusion of success?
He knew he couldn't do anything about these thoughts now. But surely, a time would come when he can not only act on them, but bring about the justice of annihilating the dysfunctional bags of flesh masquerading as something human.
Surely, a time would come.