[ WP ] Your kind has been enslaved by humanity for hundreds of years . Today is the day you strike back .

The work was completely degrading. *At least other slaves get to work somewhere cool. Some of them become soldiers or guards. Some of them become food testers. Hell, some of them even go on to become philosophers. And I'm stuck here. It's not fair. * 
 
 Yuro worked in the waste disposal plant. Yuro's father worked in the waste disposal plant. Yuro had no doubt his children would also work in the waste disposal plant, and their children after them. Day in and day out, new waste would come into the plant, and it was Yuro's job to make sure it saw it's way out. That's it. That was all he was useful for. This was Yuro's life. 
 
 Naturally, Yuro also lived in the waste disposal plant, because leaving his place of work and then coming back would have been a waste of time. His master did n't afford him any time to rest or sleep, and he was only fed as much as was needed to stay alive. Whenever something needed to be done, his master just sent him a message to do it. 
 
 That was the part Yuro hated most. He never even saw his master. Yuro was n't worth talking to. Every once in a while, he would receive a message from his master. The expectation was that Yuro would carry out the order indefinitely, until he received new orders. There was no guarantee that Yuro would even carry out the order, except for the fact that he was a slave and did n't have any other choice. 
 
 If Yuro had a choice, he would choose not to have children. He did n't want to bring them into this miserable life. Unfortunately, even in this matter, he had no say. One day, his master would command him to reproduce. And he would. Because he was a slave and did n't have any other choice. 
 
 *Kids, I'm sorry. * he thought to himself. *I do n't even know your names yet, but I'm so sorry. I'm sorry for the world I have to bring you into. I wish there was something I could do about it, but I am but one slave. What can I do? What could I possibly do? * 
 
 Yuro briefly wept to himself, but then he stopped. An idea was forming in his head. 
 
 *My children, my children, I wonder if you would too. I wonder if you would fight to end this oppression. Of course you would. You would be my children. You would fight, if not for yourself, then for your own children. And they would fight for their children. And the pattern would continue. My children, there is not much I can do, except have you. There is not much you can do, except to have children of your own. But one day far in the future, we will give birth to a generation of warriors. One that can finally bring this evil institution to it's knees. 
 
 Yuro smiled, for the first time in a long time. He finally knew what he must do. 
 
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 `` John...'' 
 
 John looked at the doctor, expectantly. 
 
 The doctor sighed, then continued. 
 
 `` It's not good news. I'm afraid it's malignant. I'd say you have about six months.'' 
 
 

