Lying Life
He rushed back to the new base, still trying to solve the puzzle. That wasn’t supposed to happen. Pulseman was supposed to sacrifice himself to keep the machine from destroying everything, not Yoshiyama. His father had said that Pulse had to be removed since he caused nothing but problems for them all. So why did he allow the doctor to do that? Why did he allow his own brother to do that? After everything that man had done for them. For every C-Life.
The teen slowed, looking at the doors. Behind them was Waruyama. Veil wasted no more time once he heard his father shouting from the other side. His new plan wasn’t correct. Wasn’t perfect. It would have been if Pulseman was no longer in the picture.
“Dad, I have a question. Is now a bad time?”
Doc Waruyama sighed as turned away from the computer screen, facing his son, “what’s on your mind, Veil?”
“Well, you see-” he tried think of the best way to say it, “I wanted to know...why did you let Syakuei die?” He noted the look his father gave him. Confusion. “I know it sounds weird but he was your brother. He helped you, me, and your wife. Just...why didn’t you stick to the plan? Making him witness what we wanted to happen so he could stop the next person who wanted to stand up against us?”
The doc turned, emotions drained from his face. Before his so could speak once more, he started to open up files which needed a password only the doc knew. He was finally going to show his son what was inside of those files. Or so he thought. Waruyama had stopped himself from opening up one of them. The doc faced his son, finger ready to press the button to open up whatever secret he had kept hidden. “I think it’s time, son. You see, Yoshiyama was a fool. He didn’t understand. He created everything in this place yet he didn’t give us freedom. You should know that.”
“I do, father. That was why you made the plan, after all. For you to rule over the humans so we C-Lives could be free,” his eyes shifted between his father and the folder. They only locked onto him when he continued to speak, keeping a calm voice.
“You also know about me discovering the device which my brother could have used at any moment. Specifically the moment we C-Lives start to demand freedom,” he pressed the folder. Veil held his breath. He soon let it go, seeing another password box popping up. “It made me give me when I discovered it. Then Pulseman was born. Seeing that boy enter the real world and CG Space without a machine gave me hope,” he entered the password.
Veil glared at the screen, watching as the documents opened up. “W-wait...that can’t be. D-dad?” His eyes begged his father for some kind of answer.
“I worked along side the creator. Being a C-Life meant I could do more than a human. I discovered how to change some things but not all of it.”
“B-but, I-” he backed away slowly, watching the last document fly onto the screen.
Waruyama’s arm returned to his side. He left the folder open, allowing his son to take it all in. After a moment, he finally spoke, voice slicing through the silence, “Veil. I know this is a lot to take in after what had happened but you must process this quickly. We have-”
“Process this quickly! Dad?! Have you seen what you just showed me?! You just showed me that my whole life is nothing but a lie! All of these memories I have are all just fake!...That I’m just fake...is that why me and Pulse-”
“Are alike? Yes. There was a problem though. The human DNA made it so you couldn’t be able to travel between worlds like he could. I thought that, if I could make a clone of the child, I could learn how that worked and uploaded it into every C-Life. That plan failed because of the human DNA. So I had to use another set of it, my own, to fully create you. You are my son-”
“No. I’m nothing but an experiment. You made me just to kill me. You made me just to learn how Pulseman can get into the real world,” he grabbed the door, ready to dash out into the hallway, “did you ever think about just using the DNA sample you had to find out how it worked? Or did you really want to kill something?” Veil didn’t get a reply. It was clear that Waruyama wanted to think about it before he spoke. His son interrupted this time by causing the door to sound as if it would have come off it’s hinges if it was closed a bit harder.
Another sigh escaped the doc as he faced the screen to close the documents. Behind him, he could hear his son disappear.
