No name...
no memory...
no life....

What do you do with your life when your an automated machine and you lose purpose. Aren't you destroyed? But what would happen if you lived. Created to fulfill a purpose that your no longer able to fulfill. That's how I feel, against the world, against myself. There's no point to my existence anymore. I was created to fulfill the purpose of my master, as well as his master. Yet both are dead and I'm still standing. It makes no sense but at the same time complete sense. I can't help it, that's what my life is now. Devoid and empty. How does one live, or even die with the empty pain in their chest. The answer is, they don't don't. I'd only been alive for mere minutes before everything happen. It feels weird but it's not anything new. My life is now just used to bringing myself down and crushing thoughts filling my head. Living in a state of war is hard, finding a purpose within the war, is harder...

Kyle walked across the icy plains, the only place he could fell at home. He had nothing to care about and nothing to hate. He just wandered the open lands, yet he felt so closed off from everyone. It's been three years since he lost his meaning to live, even though he's only fulfilled that meaning for a few minutes. Kyle was a boy, created by Midbus, his father who made him using his vast knowledge of genetics, to become something greater than Kyle, an automated human. It had been 3 years since he ran away from that man, and the company whom he worked for. He wanted the life that his father originally gave Kyle. One where he could be free, yet it seemed like he didn't have a choice of free though. The mechanics involved made him a servant, a slave. Walking for days without a sign of life, Kyle finally felt he could be secluded from everyone...

"Please! Wait Kyle! You don't have to do this to yourself!" called a voice from the distance within the freezing snow.

Anyone one trying to follow me through this must be suicidal.... like me...

"Just stop! I can help you work this out!" the deluded voice called out again, this time Kyle could make out who it was.

Ugh! It's her! Why is she still following me to take me in?! I won't go back to that wretched man, and it's not like I could rise up and take power anywhere and become my fath— that man's legacy. That officer Olive, so stubborn, yet she has no idea about what is happening behind everything!

Kyle then became annoyed and began to move faster through out the barren field of snow, hopping along on his knees since his legs have already given out. He knew it'd be useless to try to out run her but he's emotions wouldn't let Kyle slow down. He came upon a tree in the distance, and Kyle suddenly felt out of breath. He decided to sit down behind the tree, hoping that the Olive would think it was just a pile of snow. He sat.

Why won't she just leave me be?! I'm not working for Midbus! If anything, I'd hope he's dead! Its not like she's actually tried to listen to any words that come out of my mouth! It's my life now and these are the emotions left baring on, why can't she let me die in peace...

"Please! Come out Kyle! You don't have to do this! I can help you!" Olive called out once more.

They can't help me, if she wanted me not to do this then why has she pursued me, interrogated me, and lead to my torture just to find a dead man! Nobody can help me, nobody understand how I'm feeling, nobody else has lost absolutely everything!!!! Why do they think they can help?!

It took Kyle a moment but to his left, he saw an icicle, nice and sharp. He went to grab it with his mitten yet hesitated. He couldn't fathom why as this is what he wanted. He broke the icicle off the tree and went to stab it into himself, he didn't know if it would kill him or not, yet he was going to try, to end the emotional and mental pain.

"Please, you have so much to live for!" Olive cried out, incredibly close this time.

Only she's wrong... I have nothing left to live for.

Those were Kyle's last thoughts before driving the icicle into himself, breathing his last breathe...