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The Observers (Chapter 1 Pt 2)

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Allison

Keeping the appearance of normalcy is an instinct I was never quite able to understand why I had. I've known for a long while that I was different. It was evident when I began offering advice and life lessons to adults when I chose to start speaking. I was one of those kids who didn't start talking until they were three years old, but just started off with long stories and requests instead of single words. I was probably watching the world then, too.

Life my friend Blake, I feel separated from average people by an odd ability to think. When I say think, I actually mean think. What is required to think? Other than the obvious—a brain, perhaps an opinion—most people don't really know or even consider it the one thing we really need to think is an observation. Without noticing anything at all, what can we think about? In case you're one of those smart-alecs who says, "Well, what if you're blind and deaf and you can't taste anything or feel anything or smell anything?" The answer is obvious, and answered by another question. Does a rock think?

I'm sure that makes me sound like a terrible, heartless person. It's completely true, though. If you're born without being able to observe anything, there is nothing to think about. You basically just become an object that takes up space and has needs that must be met in order to sustain this pointless existence.

Think about me as horribly as you want. That's what makes me different than Blake. I am very honest and have no problem telling people what I know. If I really wanted to, I could proclaim to the entire world all they are doing wrong and save humanity from the impending doom that we all knew was coming. There's no metaphorical wall holding me back other than my own curiosity. I view myself as an expert observer, practically a scientist. I watch and think and learn about humans and their errors. Whoever came up with the term, "curiosity killed the cat," obviously forgot the cat had eight more lives left. I can't help but acknowledge the fact, though, because unless one of the few hundred observers in our world came forward and warned the world, I knew for a fact we would kill ourselves.

Ha, I almost forgot to introduce myself. I get kind of caught up in my lectures. My name is Allison and I'm an observer.
Pardon my philosophies.
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