End with this sentence: “Failure had become the only way he knew he had actually tried.”
Rael could not believe in his makers. He had, after all, witnessed them sleeping in the labs, relieving themselves, and skimming the news over morning stimulants and breakfast.
It was hard to worship anything when you’d seen them with food dribbling down their chin.
It was even harder to believe in anything when they were testing and training you at the same time.
Rael hated the tests. So did his older siblings, Ayg and Kint. And they couldn’t even hate them together, because they were each tested alone. The only time they even had to attempt to communicate was meal times and even then, they were monitored.
The makers were everywhere.
A klaxon blatted a rude noise and the red light lit the area with its ruddy glow.
Another failure.
What did they want from him? Why did they do these things? How could he possibly understand when they never explained?
Failure had become the only way he knew he had actually tried.
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