#superiority

They wanted to create beings beyond human limitations ,and succeeded so completely that their creations abandoned humanity altogether.

Albert became obsession made flesh.

Alex became fear of death turned genius.

And together, they prove that Umbrella didn’t evolve humanity.

"So, you're the guy, our sister was talking about...", Adam (the one with the buzz cut hair) spoke, after Jessy introduced us to each other and rushed inside of the house.

"You're smaller than I expected," Alex (the one with the longer hair) noted, while scanning me with his eyes.

I had been a bit over average with my height of 5'11" and Jessy was around the same height, maybe an inch shorter. But compared to her brothers I felt like a hobbit. They were both close to 7 ft, towering more than a head over me. And if that wasn't enough, they were also very muscular — their arms reaching probably 20 inches.

Adam stepped closer to me and grabbed my arm — his hand almost wrapping it completely, "Do you work out?"

"Hm,,, I go to gym sometime..."

"Definitely not enough," Adam added with a light smirk. "Let's go inside and you can tell us more about yourself".

« Il faut faire de sa propre vie une œuvre d’art. La vie d’un homme intelligent doit être créée par lui-même. La véritable supériorité ne consiste en rien d’autre. »

AFRICAN MOTHER ROASTS AMERICA ON CAMERA “You better finish your food, children… "There are hungry kids starving in America!” When did the tables turn THIS bad?!

When the “chickens come home to roost”) It's all about consequences — the idea that what you’ve done in the past eventually circles back to you. In your context, it’s not about mocking anyone’s suffering; it’s a reckoning.

They are pointing out that for decades, Americans were conditioned to see poverty and struggle as something that only happened “over there.” The “hungry children in Africa” trope wasn’t just a moral lesson — it reinforced a sense of superiority and pity, as if we were somehow immune to hardship.

I can, for sure, say that I know the mother, the father and the rest of the family members. When I don't see the mother for a while I just know that it is that season😅😅.

Their behaviours truly mimic what human behaviour would be if we were all balanced.

They've been in our home for so long I can't recall when I first realised how I kept seeing the same set of birds everyday. Birds from one species may be the same but if you pay close attention to their behaviour you will see that they are different with their odd personalities.

Whenever I'm cleaning, I leave crushed cornflakes and breadcrumbs for them because those are the things they eat. Well, mostly anything that has corn. I think for a moment, I just sit outside to appreciate them.

The father is always the first to wake up just before the sun has risen. He will leave the yard. I don't know where to though.

The mother follows soon after but she is mostly in the yard close to her nest.

Then, when the sun is fully up, I'll hear all the family members. Along with the father. He is always in close proximity with the mother.

Around this time, they are eating, chilling around our house and basking at the sun, if it's there.

Around 10am- 12pm, I'll throw some corn and wait for 2mins. Soon they all flock, including different types of bird. There's a yellow and black one. It's extremely calm. There is a green and black one. Too much energy and can be problematic at times. Then there is an orange and black one that pops up when there is maize in the yard and immediately disappears after eating, then a couple of pigeons that are always in pairs.

The mother has always been unlucky when it comes to children. They all fall and pass away. It happens almost every year. When it happens, birds are many in our yard. Different kinds of birds.

I remember last year, when a developed bird fell. It didn't know how to fly. The sounds the birds made every time I came close to it. I could tell they were all scared. So I stopped.

My mom asked me to send her videos because she wanted to know what would happen next.

I kept checking up on it throughout the day.

When the sun set, the birds didn't leave. I felt so bad because this wasn't their routine. These birds aren't supposed to be out at night. I took it and placed it in one of our rooms outside the house. The following day, I woke up extra early to let the bird out so the father could see that nothing happened to it. It survived another day, but it ended up passing away.