Abandoned World: The Awakening

— Can you fuck her after all this? I want to know how sure you are about what you're doing.

Once she tells you everything she knows, can you fuck her in this room?

— Yes, Mr. Haddock.

Heddock rose from the table and left the room, closing the door behind him. The two guards who had brought Taylor here stood at the ready outside the door.

— Beat him good, but don't touch his head. He must be alive and able to speak. Do you understand me? He must be alive or you will be executed. — said Haddock and moved down the corridor. He walked toward his office, knowing how Taylor's expectations were about to be replaced by reality.

What disgusting cattle there are at his station. And he brought them up himself. He watched their lessons, their lectures. Conducted them himself. Monitored each and every one of them. He made sure that people didn't take offense at each other, didn't harbor grudges. Trying to help each other. To live in peace, to think about the future. To build and create something useful for everyone.

And what did he get? This. A narcissistic, selfish freak who only thinks about getting by force what he can't get voluntarily. And he doesn't care that it's not a thing, it's a person. He does not even think about the fact that someone on the other side might also want to get him against his will, and might also want to do it to him against his will… No, he does not even have such thoughts. He is simply incapable of thinking of others from the point of view of others. The world exists for him only on the principles of what is favorable to himself.

Where did that come from? Did it come from Haddock's lectures, where he told how humans had polluted the entire planet to such an extent that it was impossible to live on it? Or from the fact that everyone began to secretly disbelieve in this theory, believing that everything else was also a lie covered with beautiful words? No. It all came from the fact that there was no just punishment for serious offenses. Everyone thought that the worst thing that awaited them was Tosca, where they could be wardens if they were lucky. It's almost a double chance already. First they're unlucky to get caught. And then they'd be unlucky enough to become a prisoner instead of a warden… Though who knows, maybe they think that in time they can switch from prisoner to warden… No one will forbid them to think that….

No. They should think in a way that is calculated by the one who arranges their life in this world. And it's time to make them think accordingly. And no one is better at that than fear and death. And there is no better mixture of fear and death than public execution in the world.

Heddock finally reached his office, unlocked the door, stepped inside, and shut the door behind him without turning on the light. The surrounding darkness enveloped him at once. The darkness had not seemed so interesting, so meaningful, so vast to him before. Now the darkness was filling him with something new. Something that could be the basis for his new world. A world where you could control people instead of waiting for them to decide on your actions.

Something strange began to creep in from the left side of his head. Something strange, but already somewhat familiar.

Heddock took a couple of steps back from the door into the room and was a little lost in space. The darkness now seemed to engulf him on all sides, enveloping him from head to foot. The world seemed even more light and manageable than before, and from angles he'd never seen it before.

He wanted to understand why his left side was so much against it. Why exactly the left side of his body felt so heavy at this moment. Heavy, cotton-wooly, empty at the same time. An amazing feeling inside himself, splitting him in two. It was as if he wanted to lose half of his body, exactly on the left side, to be free. And Heddock instantly remembered that there was a very sharp folding knife in his desk.