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A painful sting ran through my arm as the doctor stitched my arm back together. Each time she ran the needle through my flesh, I felt a spasm through my arm that set my nerves on fire. I kinda wished she put me to sleep, because the sting was annoying.

"Ow!" I winced, squirming in my seat. The doctor stopped her stitching to give me some attention, by way of a gentle stroke to my cheek. I always pondered why she was so affectionate to someone who couldn't return the favor.

"You okay?" the doctor asked.

"I'm fine," I answered. "It's just that the stinging is rather irritating."

"Funny," she started, chuckling a bit. Was my plight really that amusing to her? "For someone who believes he doesn't have a soul, you sure act more human than most humans."

"What's--AARGH!" There's that sting again! Cursed creator! Why was I gifted with pain receptors?! Wait... Why did that thought cross my mind? I'm not human, so why would I have a desire to curse someone? Was it because of that book I read a while back? Was it rubbing off on me? Perhaps I'm more impressionable than I thought. "Could you please be a bit more careful?!"

"Fine, fine, you big baby..." she calmly replied, returning to her work. She fell silent again before speaking once more. "Look Lloyd, all I'm saying is that you're proving one of my hypotheses."

"I am?" I looked to the doctor, somewhat confused.

"Of course. The primary reason for your creation was to study the nature of the soul. To see if it's something that is born through nature, or if it's something that can be nurtured. And from the sounds of it, you're proving the latter to be correct." I saw there in silence for a moment. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't comprehend what she was saying. I understood that she created me to study the soul, but wouldn't such a study require an actual soul? Not a creature that had no soul? From what it sounded like, her research was only going to wield fruitless results. Which is why I said what I said next.

"You're wasting your time, Dr. Frankenstein," I began, giving her a curious pause. "If you wanted to understand the soul, shouldn't you study a human? As I understand it, one must have a soul to be considered human, correct?"

"Yes," she answered.

"And I was born through unnatural means, making me nonhuman by default, correct?"

"Yes, you're correct in that."

"So what would be the point in studying a creature born through unnatural means to study the soul?" A brief moment passed and I got no response. I suppose she didn't have one. Understandable. As brilliant as she was, I got the feeling that she didn't quite think her little experiment through. It would be more fruitful to study one who has a soul rather than one who doesn't have one. "Precisely. You might as well give up on me now. I'm not human. I have no soul. I just... exist, and nothing more. After all, it's pointless to nurture something that can't be formed unnaturally, right?"

"...R-rght."

She hesitated. It was faint, but she hesitated. Why? Did she not agree? Perhaps it was understandable, since she came this far. Maybe he pride as a scientist wouldn't allow her to give up. But I'm also certain that she is smart enough to understand what a "Fool's Errand" is. I have no soul, I'm not a human, and I most certainly can't "grow" a soul. Even if I learn how to emote like a human, that would be just a pale imitation of the real thing so why bother? It would be best if the two of use didn't dwell on this topic any longer.

I'm a monster, plain and simple. I was given life through a freak experiment and with the purpose of proving a theory. The only other function I have is to kill monsters. Since the former is no longer an issue, then I only have one reason to exist: to kill the demons that are terrorizing the village every night. That is who I am. That is how it should be. It's childish nonsense to even consider that a creature like me could be considered human. That was the folly of "The Modern Prometheus". He thought he was human, but he wasn't. Had he come to that realization and just lived in solitude, he could have prevented that final tragedy. But he abandoned all reason and gave into his childish fantasies, and confused himself with a human. Same with his creator, who confused himself to be a god. The doctor was smarter than that. And so was I. I wouldn't allow myself to fall into that same trap. I refused to acknowledge myself as human. I promised myself that I wouldn't become another Modern Prometheus.

So then why...? Why did things end up the way that they did in the end?

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A painful sting ran through my arm as the doctor stitched my arm back together. Each time she ran the needle through my flesh, I felt a spasm through my arm that set my nerves on fire. I kinda wished she put me to sleep, because the sting was annoying.

"Ow!" I winced, squirming in my seat. The doctor stopped her stitching to give me some attention, by way of a gentle stroke to my cheek. I always pondered why she was so affectionate to someone who couldn't return the favor.

"You okay?" the doctor asked.

"I'm fine," I answered. "It's just that the stinging is rather irritating."

"Funny," she started, chuckling a bit. Was my plight really that amusing to her? "For someone who believes he doesn't have a soul, you sure act more human than most humans."

"What's--AARGH!" There's that sting again! Cursed creator! Why was I gifted with pain receptors?! Wait... Why did that thought cross my mind? I'm not human, so why would I have a desire to curse someone? Was it because of that book I read a while back? Was it rubbing off on me? Perhaps I'm more impressionable than I thought. "Could you please be a bit more careful?!"

"Fine, fine, you big baby..." she calmly replied, returning to her work. She fell silent again before speaking once more. "Look Lloyd, all I'm saying is that you're proving one of my hypotheses."

"I am?" I looked to the doctor, somewhat confused.

"Of course. The primary reason for your creation was to study the nature of the soul. To see if it's something that is born through nature, or if it's something that can be nurtured. And from the sounds of it, you're proving the latter to be correct." I saw there in silence for a moment. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't comprehend what she was saying. I understood that she created me to study the soul, but wouldn't such a study require an actual soul? Not a creature that had no soul? From what it sounded like, her research was only going to wield fruitless results. Which is why I said what I said next.

"You're wasting your time, Dr. Frankenstein," I began, giving her a curious pause. "If you wanted to understand the soul, shouldn't you study a human? As I understand it, one must have a soul to be considered human, correct?"

"Yes," she answered.

"And I was born through unnatural means, making me nonhuman by default, correct?"

"Yes, you're correct in that."

"So what would be the point in studying a creature born through unnatural means to study the soul?" A brief moment passed and I got no response. I suppose she didn't have one. Understandable. As brilliant as she was, I got the feeling that she didn't quite think her little experiment through. It would be more fruitful to study one who has a soul rather than one who doesn't have one. "Precisely. You might as well give up on me now. I'm not human. I have no soul. I just... exist, and nothing more. After all, it's pointless to nurture something that can't be formed unnaturally, right?"

"...R-rght."

She hesitated. It was faint, but she hesitated. Why? Did she not agree? Perhaps it was understandable, since she came this far. Maybe he pride as a scientist wouldn't allow her to give up. But I'm also certain that she is smart enough to understand what a "Fool's Errand" is. I have no soul, I'm not a human, and I most certainly can't "grow" a soul. Even if I learn how to emote like a human, that would be just a pale imitation of the real thing so why bother? It would be best if the two of use didn't dwell on this topic any longer.

I'm a monster, plain and simple. I was given life through a freak experiment and with the purpose of proving a theory. The only other function I have is to kill monsters. Since the former is no longer an issue, then I only have one reason to exist: to kill the demons that are terrorizing the village every night. That is who I am. That is how it should be. It's childish nonsense to even consider that a creature like me could be considered human. That was the folly of "The Modern Prometheus". He thought he was human, but he wasn't. Had he come to that realization and just lived in solitude, he could have prevented that final tragedy. But he abandoned all reason and gave into his childish fantasies, and confused himself with a human. Same with his creator, who confused himself to be a god. The doctor was smarter than that. And so was I. I wouldn't allow myself to fall into that same trap. I refused to acknowledge myself as human. I promised myself that I wouldn't become another Modern Prometheus.

So then why...? Why did things end up the way that they did in the end?