06-15-2009, 01:20 PM
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John Mantral sat in a small apartment on Planet Manhattan, cigarette hanging loosely from his stubble covered face. He reached for his flexipad, typing in slow, relaxed movements on the scratched touchscreen. Eventually he stopped tapping, and made one simple command.
'Computer, record sound until manually stopped.'
'Yes Sir, recording sound in 5, 4, 3, 2, 1.. recording now.'
Mandral continued to sit at a desk for a long moment, arranging his thoughts appropriately. Finally he spoke, loud and clear for the computer.
'Trust. In this day and age we live in trust is one of the most important things the human race has been "blessed" with. It can be used to make friends, or abused to make enemies. Unfortunately for me my life has been the latter option, although I don't really care. I like being alone, none of the idiotic neural-typicals around to piss me off.' He took a long drag from his cigarette, blew out and continued.
'My life, well, my life has been fairly lecturing. To those who look at my life story they will know that it teaches many lessons. Some are good, others are bad, thats for you all to decide. But the most important one is that trust is earned, not bought. I tried the latter and almost got killed for it, but that comes later.' He gives a wolfish grin, no apparent reason obviously displayed, only in his head did he know why.
'I shall start it from the very beginning, although i'll cut through the crap about my childhood quickly. I wouldn't want to bore the only people who have taken and interest in my life, and it's achievements.' Another long drag from the ever-decaying cigarette.
'I was born on Manhattan, 776A.S. My family was abnormal at best. My mother was a prostitute, i'm not proud of the fact but it is the truth. Notice how I said was; I hope you did. She died giving birth to me, real "shame" aswell, but I grew up from the safe and blind eye of my father. Well, for most of my childhood anyway, but I shall get to that later.
'He was a rich business, hating his wife and having an affair with my mother. My mother and father both loved eachother.' Another long drag from his cagarette, now at the end of it's life. He flicked it into a bin and continued, pulling out another one as he did so.
'At least he loved her, i'll never know if she truely loved him. Her line of work may of taught her to take advantage of men, but the fact I was not aborted begs to differ on the issue. I decided long ago to leave the fact unscathed, let it become lost in time with all the other things.
'Anyway, enough about her. My father was the sort of person who didn't care. He just, he didn't care about what went on in my life. All he cared about was if I was safe. Still, not like I would be going out to any parties.' He gives a chuckle and continues. 'Yes, Aspergers Syndrome helped me focus, helped me become what I am. Whilst all of my idiotic classmates were out partying, getting drunk and having sex; all of this by the time they were 15, I was reading, learning, getting ready for what came beyond. I don't regret a single moment of it, they were all fools and even if I tried I wouldn't of mixed in with them.
'I guess my life really started when I was 17, and my father died. A heart tumor, wasn't discovered until it was to late to help him. In those last weeks we spent so much time together. I guess,' he gives a long pause, organizing what he would say next, 'I guess he just wanted to make up for not caring before.
'And now after this I had become independant, but I didn't know what to do. I was so charged up with energy I had no idea what I wanted to do or why. For the first two years of it I made important financial decisions, building up funds for my "empire" if you could call it that.' Another chuckle, another grin for no apparent reason.
'And then I turned to crime. It was a good financial option, making me much more money then the lawful way. But there were; are risks, and thats what I like about it. You get a certain charge of energy when you've escaped the police or finished a smuggling run or killed a Bounty Hunter. The charge is a fantastic feeling, you can't escape it; no matter how long you try, once you've experianced it once you'll never be able to live without it.'
John Mantral sat in a small apartment on Planet Manhattan, cigarette hanging loosely from his stubble covered face. He reached for his flexipad, typing in slow, relaxed movements on the scratched touchscreen. Eventually he stopped tapping, and made one simple command.
'Computer, record sound until manually stopped.'
'Yes Sir, recording sound in 5, 4, 3, 2, 1.. recording now.'
Mandral continued to sit at a desk for a long moment, arranging his thoughts appropriately. Finally he spoke, loud and clear for the computer.
'Trust. In this day and age we live in trust is one of the most important things the human race has been "blessed" with. It can be used to make friends, or abused to make enemies. Unfortunately for me my life has been the latter option, although I don't really care. I like being alone, none of the idiotic neural-typicals around to piss me off.' He took a long drag from his cigarette, blew out and continued.
'My life, well, my life has been fairly lecturing. To those who look at my life story they will know that it teaches many lessons. Some are good, others are bad, thats for you all to decide. But the most important one is that trust is earned, not bought. I tried the latter and almost got killed for it, but that comes later.' He gives a wolfish grin, no apparent reason obviously displayed, only in his head did he know why.
'I shall start it from the very beginning, although i'll cut through the crap about my childhood quickly. I wouldn't want to bore the only people who have taken and interest in my life, and it's achievements.' Another long drag from the ever-decaying cigarette.
'I was born on Manhattan, 776A.S. My family was abnormal at best. My mother was a prostitute, i'm not proud of the fact but it is the truth. Notice how I said was; I hope you did. She died giving birth to me, real "shame" aswell, but I grew up from the safe and blind eye of my father. Well, for most of my childhood anyway, but I shall get to that later.
'He was a rich business, hating his wife and having an affair with my mother. My mother and father both loved eachother.' Another long drag from his cagarette, now at the end of it's life. He flicked it into a bin and continued, pulling out another one as he did so.
'At least he loved her, i'll never know if she truely loved him. Her line of work may of taught her to take advantage of men, but the fact I was not aborted begs to differ on the issue. I decided long ago to leave the fact unscathed, let it become lost in time with all the other things.
'Anyway, enough about her. My father was the sort of person who didn't care. He just, he didn't care about what went on in my life. All he cared about was if I was safe. Still, not like I would be going out to any parties.' He gives a chuckle and continues. 'Yes, Aspergers Syndrome helped me focus, helped me become what I am. Whilst all of my idiotic classmates were out partying, getting drunk and having sex; all of this by the time they were 15, I was reading, learning, getting ready for what came beyond. I don't regret a single moment of it, they were all fools and even if I tried I wouldn't of mixed in with them.
'I guess my life really started when I was 17, and my father died. A heart tumor, wasn't discovered until it was to late to help him. In those last weeks we spent so much time together. I guess,' he gives a long pause, organizing what he would say next, 'I guess he just wanted to make up for not caring before.
'And now after this I had become independant, but I didn't know what to do. I was so charged up with energy I had no idea what I wanted to do or why. For the first two years of it I made important financial decisions, building up funds for my "empire" if you could call it that.' Another chuckle, another grin for no apparent reason.
'And then I turned to crime. It was a good financial option, making me much more money then the lawful way. But there were; are risks, and thats what I like about it. You get a certain charge of energy when you've escaped the police or finished a smuggling run or killed a Bounty Hunter. The charge is a fantastic feeling, you can't escape it; no matter how long you try, once you've experianced it once you'll never be able to live without it.'