Eventually, she seed to be listening to every word I had to say.
My words did not reflect my feelings whatsoever, I was rely reciting the best thod to calm her down. Though, it was nearly impossible to notice that there was a distinct distance in my words. After a little while, I decided that I'd ask her for more details on why she was curled up in a ball before, that should've been my final step before I decided to leave.
"Hey, why were you sad before?"
"All of my friends thought it was funny to ditch ."
"You think they were just joking? Maybe they ca back to look for you after."
"No, I know they don't like , but I hang around them anyways."
"I see now."
"What were you doing here?"
"I was just bored, I don't have much to do on the weekends."
"Do you hang out with your friends?"
"I guess not."
I didn't really have friends. A necessary part of being an outco is being able to adapt to any situation. Lingering feelings like love and friendship usually cause problems in decision-making in difficult situations. Sotis you might be able to escape, but if you're too busy worrying about others and trying to protect them, you might just trap yourself.
Although that wasn't really the biggest reason why I didn't have any. Back in the facility, everyone was pretty isolated, and our social skills were mostly honed for utility, so it was very difficult for us to have genuine connections with people. We usually only pretend to like others, whilst having very little actual care for them. The disconnect is what usually causes most of us outcos to be pretty distant from others.
We are all very capable of acting very personable and extroverted, however, unless it directly impacts our mission, we usually don't care enough to do so. Outcos don't really worry about anything except our missions, we don't feel loneliness or sadness.
Well, I guess I'd speak for myself here. So of the outcos might be a little less aloof than I am, we were all different after all. Hannah is capable of finding at least so enjoynt in shopping in the mall, however, I'm not able to see anything interesting here. I've always wanted to learn how to enjoy myself, my life of pure apathy is completely devoid of any stress, which I assud was a good thing, however, my lack of care for anything, ant that I felt as if I had no purpose. Well, I suppose that wasn't completely true, I still did have my mission after all.
"Let's go get sothing to eat."
"Okay."
"What's your na?"
"Asa Himika, what's yours?"
"William, William Hunter."
She led to a small restaurant which only had a storefront. There was a large communal sitting area in the centre of the food court, so it was more of a 'takeout-only' type of place. Apparently, she said she liked it, I didn't really mind what food I ate, it was all the sa to in the end. She went and ordered sothing, and I just asked for the sa.
"What do you like to do?" I asked her.
"I like movies and singing."
It was a pretty generic response for what a teenage girl around my age would answer. She still hasn't asked why I talked to her in the first place, I guess she just doesn't want to accidentally push away.
I had watched quite a few movies back in the facility, although I never really got invested in any. I watched them more for educational purposes, like knowing more about pop culture for the purpose of helping in the future. We always thought of everything as an opportunity to better our own knowledge and capabilities, we never seed to enjoy sothing for what it was.
We slowly finished our food.
I wasn't really sure what we were going to do at this point. I wanted to go back soon because it was getting pretty boring here, at least back at the boarding house, I could read a book or sothing. I only wanted to help her get back onto her feet, becoming her friend wasn't really my intention from the start.
The two of us sat silently as we looked at each other.
It seed she didn't know what to do either. I suppose I could go into the bookstore and have a look around, although our school library already had a pretty large collection, purchasing one wasn't all that necessary. I heard that so people enjoyed the feel or the sll of new books, although I didn't really mind, either way, I cared more for the content than the feel.
My life was pretty pointless though. I would read books all the ti although I never really used the information for anything. It was like endlessly stocking up on money, just never use it. My mission wasn't all that reliant on any of this anyways.
I often heard the other students discussing love and all it's intricacies. I had once been curious about love as well, although not enough for to actually go out and experience it. I suppose I did want to feel what it felt like, the way I hear it being described, it seed like sothing rather interesting. It was practically impossible for , however. I simply am not able to make a deep enough connection or even co close to feeling what others feel.
I hopelessly wondered if one day, randomly, I'd start feeling these feelings. I suppose if it ever were to exist, they'd probably just co out spontaneously. All I did now though, was blend in with everyone else, staying out of the spotlight. There were many scientists and politicians alike who wanted to use us. If we went out every day flaunting our capabilities, it wouldn't be long before we got caught. I had heard of so other outcos who had gotten kidnapped by these associations, although the more capable ones, from what I hear, never seem to worry about stuff like this.
I was always confused when people said I was special.
I'm just another outco, aren't I.
Why would I be special?
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