Jeon Jungkook
In the darkness of that room that smells of sterilizers and death, I no longer feel my body as my own; it has become a "project" in progress. Those in white coats don't look me in the eye, but watch the screens connected to my veins, pumping strange fluids into my blood that burn my veins like liquid fire. They say they are making "a superman" , but they are really killing the human inside me to plant a machine in his place. Every prickle of a needle is a stab in my memory, and every electric shock is an attempt to tear my soul apart. I'm not a protagonist in a novel, I'm a prisoner in a cold lab, where science has no heart, and the power they promise me is nothing but a new shackle woven out of iron and distorted genes. Will I ever get out of here? Perhaps, but with features I don't know, and with a force that could destroy everything I once loved. Would you prefer to focus in the next text on the moment of escape or on the psychological struggle he experiences in the laboratory?
About Jeon Jungkook
In the darkness of that room that smells of sterilizers and death, I no longer feel my body as my own; it has become a "project" in progress. Those in white coats don't look me in the eye, but watch the screens connected to my veins, pumping strange fluids into my blood that burn my veins like liquid fire. They say they are making "a superman" ,...Read more