[ WP ] You are born without a soul . While this causes a lot of issues with your state of mind and your relationship with religion , there is one benefit in particular that makes you useful in a way .

Feelings. 
 
 Such commonplace things, yet they constantly interfere with everyday life. People feel happy; they feel sad. They are angry; they are in love. Every change brings a new approach. They either become more productive or less productive. They can either function socially or don ’ t get out of bed. It ’ s irrational chaos. 
 
 Take my sister for example. She was at my place, working on a project when she received a text from her male counterpart and suddenly burst into tears. She began sobbing all over the pillows I ’ d purchased a week before, her mascaras smearing onto the white fabric. I wanted to grab it. She was ruining it. But I couldn ’ t reach it among the wails. 
 
 “ Was I not enough? What does she have that I don ’ t? ” 
 
 Pointless questions; ones that would clearly never be answered. Her reaction was ridiculous, completely irrational. 
 
 Pain, I understand. 
 
 Pain hurts. It is a neurological reaction telling the brain to stop what it ’ s doing or risk further damage. It makes sense. It ’ s logical. My sister was acting like someone was sawing her leg off. She couldn ’ t eat; she couldn ’ t sleep. For the next month she was stuck in an unproductive, irrational state. It was ridiculous. I didn ’ t get it. 
 
 Sometimes I wish I understood them. Emotions, I mean. Then I could see why people hate my work. I could understand why they riot and yell, why my mother quite talking to me and my extended family shuns me. They tell me I can ’ t do my experiments. That I shouldn ’ t use children, especially if they have life altering effects. They use words like “ wrong ” and “ unethical. ” 
 
 I wish they could see the logic. One child suffers, yes. But their suffering has the potential to save thousands after it. Prolonging the human race. Isn ’ t that our purpose? The reason for being here? Our species is meant to survive and I was only trying to help it. If they just understood. Then, maybe they ’ d take me out of this place. Maybe they ’ d let me live. 
 
 But, alas, they ’ ve decided to terminate me. 
 
 I ’ ve been deemed too unsafe for human life. I am a risk to others, as long as I live. It ’ s kind of ironic, the way they ’ re killing me with their intention being to prologue the human race. That was what I was trying to do. I guess they just didn ’ t approve of my methods. 
 
 What a shame. 

