Optimal2
"Are you 'Doc'?"
His eyes scanned me.
He seemed curious, if anything.
"I am. How are you feeli-"
"Whe's my bat?"
It became clear he had no interest in others.
It also became excruciatingly clear that I, to him, was a higher being of some sort.
A person who was probably in charge.
"Your weapon has been confis-"
"Ih's not a weapon."
The interruption shocked me for a fraction of a second;
his eyes focused and angry, staring into me.
I was glad his bat was nowhere near him.
"I don't expect you to understand;
you are after all, just a child.
But people are dead. Their families are suffering.
People are suffering the consequences of your decision.
How does that make you fee-?"
"I hate you. I want my bat. Give me my bat."
The boy is angry. He is holding back, and I feel it in my bones.
I feel I should leave, but I never was one to trust my instincts.
I never felt I had any to begin with.
"Your weapon has been confisc-"
"IHS NOT A WEAPON! GIVE ME MY BAT!!
GIVE IT TO ME!! GIVE ME MY BAT!!!"
Okay. This is a tantrum. Should I call lieutenant?
I should be able to handle this. I was good enough to get this job, right?
I studied for this. I understand humans.
"GIVE ME MY BAT!! BAT!! GIVE IT TO MEE!!!"
He's kicking and barely in his chair anymore.
..Maybe a sedative would be necessary now?
No, he's not causing anyone harm though, right?
I mean I think so. And it's not like he-
"GIVE ME MY BAAAAAAAAAAT!!!!"
Okay.
Okay.
"MNAAAHHHHHHHH!!"
**** ****
I can't do this. I don't understand anyone. I have no emotions.
My opinions are derived from books I was told to study. I'm a miserable robot.
I can't do my job. I can't understand a simple child. Why do I even think this way?
**** **** **** ****
"Take a break, Doctor. We still have a few days 'till he can be set free."
The interruption distracted me from my misery.
I just stood there as two men took away the screaming child.
One of them looked at me with a disappointed twist of his neck, as if to say
'Damn doc, you ****** up.' "
Jul 23, 2012
Jul 23, 2012 at 2:50 PM UTC
Optimal2
"Are you 'Doc'?"
His eyes scanned me.
He seemed curious, if anything.
"I am. How are you feeli-"
"Whe's my bat?"
It became clear he had no interest in others.
It also became excruciatingly clear that I, to him, was a higher being of some sort.
A person who was probably in charge.
"Your weapon has been confis-"
"Ih's not a weapon."
The interruption shocked me for a fraction of a second;
his eyes focused and angry, staring into me.
I was glad his bat was nowhere near him.
"I don't expect you to understand;
you are after all, just a child.
But people are dead. Their families are suffering.
People are suffering the consequences of your decision.
How does that make you fee-?"
"I hate you. I want my bat. Give me my bat."
The boy is angry. He is holding back, and I feel it in my bones.
I feel I should leave, but I never was one to trust my instincts.
I never felt I had any to begin with.
"Your weapon has been confisc-"
"IHS NOT A WEAPON! GIVE ME MY BAT!!
GIVE IT TO ME!! GIVE ME MY BAT!!!"
Okay. This is a tantrum. Should I call lieutenant?
I should be able to handle this. I was good enough to get this job, right?
I studied for this. I understand humans.
"GIVE ME MY BAT!! BAT!! GIVE IT TO MEE!!!"
He's kicking and barely in his chair anymore.
..Maybe a sedative would be necessary now?
No, he's not causing anyone harm though, right?
I mean I think so. And it's not like he-
"GIVE ME MY BAAAAAAAAAAT!!!!"
Okay.
Okay.
"MNAAAHHHHHHHH!!"
**** ****
I can't do this. I don't understand anyone. I have no emotions.
My opinions are derived from books I was told to study. I'm a miserable robot.
I can't do my job. I can't understand a simple child. Why do I even think this way?
**** **** **** ****
"Take a break, Doctor. We still have a few days 'till he can be set free."
The interruption distracted me from my misery.
I just stood there as two men took away the screaming child.
One of them looked at me with a disappointed twist of his neck, as if to say
'Damn doc, you ****** up.' "
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