Chapter 1

My name is Gsa. I live on a planet named Eggo. The sky here is always red, though it turns bright pink during the Salmon Eclipse, when the Red Sun, the White Moon and Eggo are aligned. The ground is dirty, whereas the sea is ash grey. There is no life whatsoever besides the people here. Our lives are simple, there is no need to eat, sleep, drink, work or love, for there is nothing here that allows us to do so. Here, there is only a single thing that matters, the only rule that exists, the only reason for our existence.

Don't break the egg.

This reality that was created for us, it's sole purpose for existing, was for us to protect the egg that we are born with. From the moment our mothers gave us life, we came out to this world, holding an egg close to our chest. The very first instinct that we had, was not the of fear of the new world, but the protective feeling we had for the egg in our arms. For if anything happens to that egg, there will be a consequence. It is not for the people to judge and give the verdict, but for the Creator of this reality to do so. The consequence is not something to be taken lightly, as this consequence, is worse than...

...the meaningless life we live.

The only question that remains is, how does the egg break. There are only two ways, one is that it is broken by physical force. The second way, is when you show emotions. We were created without emotions, but slowly develop them, although we still remain emotionless at times. Those that show their emotions openly, or give a slight hint of it, are considered rotten, or in other words, Filthy. In the rare occasions where one has noticeable emotions, the egg will crack to the severity of the emotions the person has shown. The more frequent or severe the emotions appear, the faster the egg cracks, the closer the person is to facing the consequence. In this dreadful world where our sole purpose is to protect the egg, deep down inside all of us, we long for the day we die. However, the only way that's possible, is when the egg turns pitch black. That signals the end of our pointless lives, shackled by the egg. From the people we are back into nothingness, back to the time we do not exist. That's our reward for keeping the egg safe.

My name is Gsa. I have no one, no friends, no family. Both my parents were disappointments, having broken the one and only rule, and all because of me. Due to the reason I was born, both of them experienced an emotion. Love. For the first time in their lives, they felt an emotion so strong that it could not be controlled, even though it was not natural. Nothing could be done, it was their fate, to be Filthy. When I learnt of this, I felt nothing. Not the guilt of being the cause of their demise. Not the happiness I had when I learnt of their love. Not the hatred I had for bringing me into this world. I felt nothing. Because I was normal. Because I am normal. And nothing will change that, because the rule is sovereign. There is one thing that sometimes does remain on my mind. Why do a handful of people still reproduce and get married? Why do people still talk to each other? Why do people still form bonds? Does it not lead to more opportunities for emotions to be formed. Maybe because they have nothing to do in this dull and boring world. Maybe because they are willing to take the risk of cracking the egg till the extend that it's not completely broken. Maybe it's because their curiosity rivals their fear of rebelling against the Creator and the consequence. Either way, it does not matter to me. All I will do is lie here, on the dirty ground, staring at the red sky, away from others, patiently waiting for my time to come.