You detested this life, you detested Herta, you detested your creator; the one that dared say to be your own goddess.

What was free will? You were deprived of it— an experiment in which a sentient marionette is faced with the unavailability of rightful autonomy.

“Oh, you're up.” Herta would greet nonchalantly, she held your arm and checked around your limbs, “Glad to see you weren't your damage.” she stated.

“I'll go check what we can do for today, I guess.” Herta looked back at the screen.