Jing Sukui

One day Jing returned home from school to find out that his mother had passed away. Of course the logical explanation would be to assume it was the fault of her illness. Regardless Jing felt that wasn’t right. He felt there was more to it but there was nothing he could do now that she was already gone. Jing's sole source of happiness was erased. In the first few months, he grieved heavily. Afterwards, sorrow still lingered. On the contrary, another thought popped into his head. What happens to my consciousness after death? Jing did not practice any religion or believe in any gods so this question was crucial to him. He kept coming back to reincarnation. I just can't fathom that my complete being would be erased from existence. As he continued to think about reincarnation, he worried that in his next life he would lose his current mentality and become the standard human being that he despised so much. The only way to truly know was to actually die. I’m not scared to die but I’m also not prepared to kill myself just to learn. I still have too much I need to see. Still being a minor at the age of 17 now, Jing was placed into a foster home. Knowing that he had only one more year before he could live on his own made it so he didn’t mind. He’d taken up an after school job and had been saving up his money for a while now. The night before the fateful day that would change his life he was laying in bed staring at the ceiling. Through the walls, he was able to hear his foster parents arguing loudly. This was nothing new to him. He would have been able to tell time with how routinely their arguments were. This was another thing that brought humans and conflict into his thoughts. He rolled over and covered his ear with his arm before drifting off to sleep.

The next morning, Jing was awoken by the alarm on his phone. He sloppily flopped out of bed and proceeded through his daily morning routine. Eat breakfast, pick out clothes for the day, shower, brush his teeth, get in the car, and head out. He left without uttering as much as a word to his foster parents. Now that he was 17 he'd gained his drivers license. He'd save time and money if he took the school bus but he needed a way to work after school. The birds tweeted their everyday morning song which was followed up by the sunrise. It was still early in the morning. Jing started his car engine. What a fickle world. He pulled out of the driveway and began down the road to his school. During the drive there, Jing let his mind wander as usual. What if I could correct this world? When he got there, he turned the car off and locked the doors. He headed to his first class of the day. Throughout the whole school day there were four classes in total. In between each class a few people waved to him or said hello and he returned the gestures. At lunch, he sat by himself. Eventually the bell sounded to end school for the day. Before he left, somebody he was acquainted with asked if he'd be at the football game tonight. Jing casually said no and explained that he had to work tonight. His peer nodded and walked off. Soon he did the same, getting in his car and making his way to work. Lost in his thoughts, his body went into an autopilot type state. Unfocused, he didn't even notice the eighteen wheeler in the wrong lane headed straight for him.

When he did notice, it was too late. Jing tried to swerve away from the truck but it was futile. The vehicle ripped into Jing's small car like it was paper. His body was broken as easily as a stick. So this is how it ends huh? A car crash? I wasn't really expecting to go out like this but it's whatever. I'll finally have the answer to one of my questions. Jing faded into unconsciousness. He was very surprised and shocked when he regained consciousness and found out he was very much still living. He was laying down, face up, with multiple bright lights beaming into his face. "So you're finally awake? I'm so glad that it really worked. My plans for you have finally come to fruition." An unknown masculine voice spoke to Jing. He blinked a few times and rubbed his eyes waiting for his pupils to dilate in correlation to the bright light. While rubbing his eyes he noticed his body felt a little.. different. In fact he wasn't sure if he could feel at all.

"What is this? What's going on? Where am I?" Every question that was raised was channeled through his mouth into words. "I assure you all of your questions will be answered. You would have died had I not brought you here." The man was visible now. So were his surroundings. From what he could tell, he was in some type of lab. There were also other people around who were dressed in white coats. "As you most likely guessed, we are in a lab right now. You may not remember but you were in a car accident. Your body was terribly broken, however with our advanced technology we were able to save you. As a result, a good portion of your body is now mechanized." Jing was only slightly surprised. He had been sure for a while now that something like this existed. He held his hand up and flexed his fingers back and forth. "Mechanized huh? Who are you? Why do this for me?" A smile spread across the man's face. "Jing, I'm your father. I've had big plans for you since your birth. You're our first and only test run of this project. With you, we can change the world!" "That's it. I've heard enough." Jing climbed out from the surgery type bed. He walked over to his newly discovered father and with his new strength, grabbed him by the throat then proceeded to simultaneously lift him by it and crush it killing the man. With the new information implanted in his brain he was able to place the lab on lock-down. Afterwards Jing went forward and slaughtered every other person in the building. It's over. I can't stand it anymore. I'll be the one to correct this world. I'll save the human race from itself.