I was the one you weren’t suppose to see. Ever. I was the one who never should have existed. Ever. I was the one no one wanted. Ever. And now I had a destiny to fulfill. Forever.
If I remember the stories correctly, I was received into this world a little after two in the afternoon. Everyone had just finished their lunch, and I was quite a surprise. Not quite what anyone had expected after their daily round of bland turkey sandwiches from the cafeteria.
You see, I was quite a mistake. I was never intended. Actually, I’m quite unethical, but they won’t admit that anymore. Not when they are personally sharing in my sufferings.
My name is Agko, well actually AGKO. Accidental Gene Knock-Out. I didn’t pick it.
I was the product of some psychological research intending discover the function of certain genes in humans. They were doing whatever they do, and took out some of my genes to see what would happen if they were gone. And voila! I think that’s the term people use. I was brought into being. They don’t know how I was created and I certainly don’t know how, so we are stuck at this little grey area where I am constantly observed for adverse side-effects. What an odd thing to say.
Well, they all tell me I look like a ten-year old child, but I’m not really sure what that means. Whether it’s a compliment or an insult. I’ve even heard that I’m from “The Twilight Zone.” It really does sound like a nice place, and I’d love to visit someday, but I’ve never really seen a ten-year old child. Apparently, my appearance is unsettling or unnatural for them. Some say that’s the worst part about my untimely appearance, while others say it’s that I appeared at all. Let me tell you, if I had know the reception I was going to receive upon arriving, I would have been against it too.
At least they gave me my own room, and lots of things to keep me occupied. I’ve heard whispers that they are trying to figure out how I got there. They were trying to find another one of me, yet they didn’t really want another. So fickle, I tell you.
Someone suggested I write down my point of view, but I really don’t think it worth noting. I understand them as much as they understand me. Besides I have nothing incredible to write about. My whole life has been lived in a box illuminated by an overly-harsh light.
I had better end my little “life” story. They are coming for me now. I assure them that I am not suffering or in pain in any way, shape, or form. Still they insist that they are sending me to “a better place.”
The simplicity they have given me so far gives me doubt of anything “better.” But who knows? I certainly don’t.