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A Short Collection By:

Mairen Eve
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For Trainee #67789:

Below you will find a collection of stories you must analyze

in order to understand the Human Condition. This is required
as the prerequisite for the course you wish to be taking,
“What is the Human Condition? 101” under the jurisdiction of
Base Alpha 30E. If this is not the course you signed up for
please proceed to return this file and contact the
Headquarters for the proper papers.

At the end of the following files, be prepared to respond to

the question “What is the Human Condition?” in the style of
a short response. Furthermore, make your starting statement
of your thesis using “What is?” As previously mentioned,
this will be used to qualify you for your currently assigned
course. Please understand that failure to complete the
proper analysis will result in your removal from this course
and thus a transfer to a different jurisdiction.

Further instructions and context will be provided depending

on the passage.
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Passage One (1):

The following passage was found in a letter under the name
‘Enola Em. Evael’ at a rehabilitation center circa 2037.
Beware that this piece contains explicit language and may be
triggering if you suffer from mental illness. However, also
keep in mind that this is a common theme within the course
“What is the Human Condition? 101”.

3/26/2037

STUPID.

I’m too stupid; too stupid to understand a sewing pattern, too

stupid to complete a level 25 quest at level 32, too stupid to
learn the fucking mii song, too stupid at pokemon that I have to
look at guidelines, too stupid to think about my future, and
apparently too stupid to drive a car even though I have a full
driver’s license. Maybe I’ll prove them right and show I’m too
stupid to know how to live by killing myself. I need to stop, it’s
these feelings that are stupid. Stop feeling like such a worthless
bitch, you’re the only one telling yourself that.

Why am I making the fake battles for myself? It is not worth it!
Sew what you want to fucking sew, play a videogame the way you
want to play it! Who gives an actual fuck. Let them call you stupid
and prove all of those little fucks wrong.
Am I suddenly stupid because I’m not like you? That’s fucking
pitiful and I am not pitiful. I am amazing and goddammit why do I
have to be my own therapist? Why do I teeter on the edge of
knowing how to and not know how to handle emotions and that’s
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fucking stupid. People seem to have it together but I know that’s a

lie, so am I too stupid to accept that for myself?

Also, stop putting words in my mouth! All I eat is pasta? No, fuck
you, you know I eat more than that. AM I TOO FUCKING STUPID
THAT I EAT LIKE A CHILD? Well fuck you cause I am a child and
I get to learn things but that doesn’t grant you the right to make
me feel like I am stupid! But isn’t that what all kids say? So am I
just proving that I am another stupid kid? I want to stop feeling
this way, like I can’t do nothing. I see the way to go, the waY to
break the cycle, but I wallow back in bed because I know I’ll
just be tormented, mocked, scolded, whatever, in some other way.
I’m just mediocre.

Anytime I try to work towards positivity, I feel like I’m just

bottling my emotions more which doesn’t help either.

So, fine, I give in, I’m too fucking stupid. So what do I do?
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Passage Two (2):

In this passage a poem from the author Mrs. Fortune
titled “S.O.S” from the 22nd century is given.
Additionally, Mrs. Fortune was known for residing in
the region #NA3260 in quarters deemed unsafe or
‘sketchy’ by the people of the time. This can be seen
in the influences of the writing so keep this in mind
whilst working your analysis.

Eventually, I got tired of waiting.

Muddy skies mixed with my melting pieces.

People no longer look my way.

Love dies without attention.
Eventually, people no longer care.
Hospitality is a thing of the past.

,
Eventually, I am forgotten.
My name never mattered anyways.

Eventually, we see ourselves through a mask.

Vanishing as our true selves dissipate.
Angels sing the reckoning.
Scenes are set for the rendez-vous.

Yesterday, I died.
Dancers circled my flaming body.
Organs ringing around.
Bodies mash into each other with reckless abandon.
Eventually someone will lose.
Money flashes like glitter.
Ogle the set laid upon you.
Something happened last night.
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Passage Three (3):

The following passage’s analysis states this is from the
21st century, however, it follows the scansion of a popular
playwright coming from the 16th to 17th century.
Additionally, the poem was found on a napkin left in the
region #EU8303. The poem was labeled as “Revelation” by
Everen Reel. There are multiple implications given this
information, so take into consideration the time, the
author, and the title in your analysis.

Revel in what you love,

Do not let the passerby strip you of your pride.
Fly away like a dove,
Fly away from those who have lied.

Time stops for no one.

Do not sit and let its end come to you.
The timer will not share its anxious fun.
Look to all of those who flew.

Why should you sit along the wire?

Who said sit you, watch time fly?
Leave behind that burning pire.
For once in your goddamn life, fly.

I want you to live love.

I want you, even if away from me, to fly like a dove.
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Passage Four (4):

The following passage is a torn-out black-out poem found in
a collection of stories left on a bookshelf from 1973.
Analytics say that the source material is from Veel Rocke’s
poem “You are golden and have corralled this heart”. This
creates quite the contrast so be sure to keep this in mind
when analyzing this human's disposition.

Even now, when days get brighter and the night shrivels
away, I look towards your warmth.
The warmth of hypothermia.
It’s not good but oh how does it feel like heaven?

I’m grieving but you’re not dead.

I’m crying but I am glad I am done with you.
I am glad I am done laying my self-worth out for you to
eat. You saw it as some appetizer, but for me it was an
all-you-can-eat-buffet, and oh how you stuffed yourself
full.

It’s not your fault. No one starts eating really thinking

they’re about to eat the whole pantry. It’s my fault for
not setting a limit, I even encouraged you; “Sir, it is
midnight and you have eaten 16 pizzas. I am going to have
to ask you to leave.”

But here we are. You have eaten my entire stock. I have

nothing more to give, nothing more to offer. I wish I had
stopped you at the door but who am I to deny a customer
who had promised to treat this fine establishment? You
walked in with money and my doors were open.

But it is now Midnight, you have eaten all sixteen years

of me, and I must ask you to leave.
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Passage Five (5):

The following passage is a series of haikus from an
anonymous scroll found in region #JP8137. It also
incorporates a piece of language from region #IT0122. Like
all passages, they have been translated for your
understanding. Keep in mind the possibilities of what can be
lost in translation due to the fragility of language.

Nobody told me,

Told me about Life's wonders.
Life's quips and its thorns.

Nature has its love,

It has its changes to see,
And you see hate too.

Nocturnal creatures
Greet the daytime with a sigh,
and we say goodbye.

Nature is full of
Goodbyes and leaving loved ones.
You cannot leave me.

I won't say goodbye.

Nature births hellos for us.
So we won't say 'ciao'.

I oft' see hellos;

So let us hello again,
Like we never left.

So if we leave us,
I know it to be alright.
I will say hello.
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Passage Six (6):

The following passage is a villanelle found in a spiral
notebook dating back to 2057. The name written into the
collection was Raquelle Azuel, a known middle-aged slam-poet
of their time. Mark the intricacies of a villanelle and how
they interact with the time period Azuel is from. Caution as
the following passage does contain allusions to addiction
and abuse.

Don’t you crave companionship?

Don’t you crave connection?
The companionship of a witty quip?

The words that touch my lips,

Who knew torture would be so fun?
Don’t you crave companionship?

The emotions on my back like a whip,

My fix has become your affection.
The companionship of a witty quip?

People offer me out with a tip,

But we love each other a ton.
Don’t you crave companionship?

The anxiety, like snares, throws a fit

Asking me to shun
The companionship of a witty quip?

I can't let and I don't want our love to chip,

So I cannot say my thoughts have won.
Don’t you crave companionship?
The companionship of a witty quip?
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Passage Seven (7):

The following passage is a love letter found on a stone
tablet in region #GR3750. Analytics suggest a time in BC, a
system of time used by Humans. It makes references to other
persons seen on alternate manuscripts from this region. Keep
in mind the fragility of ‘love’ and the mythical allusions
made when analyzing this passage.

I crave connection but shy away from commitment

Like a weed shriveling in the crack of The Sacred Way,
Yet facing away from the sun.

I had hoped you would stay, but you have gone anyways;
I love you, I love you, I love you.
I wish you could see yourself in the crowning glory in which I worship you.
Let me hear your voice as it wakens me from slumber,
The sweet ambrosia that I thirst for.

There is something I seek that is in the labyrinth of your heart,

As deep as Poseidon’s ocean.

Pray I be Persephone who is hooked upon your pomegranate lips?

My heart no longer strolls at a steady pace, but hammers like Zeus’s lightning bolt.
I long for you with each moment Helio’s passes,
Yet, each the same, pushing a boulder up-hill.
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Passage Eight (8):

The following passage is propaganda found from collected
discarded leaflets. The donator of these scripts claims to
have found them in a capsule of time that was unearthed by
archaeologists. The paper claims a date in the 26th century
at the height of the Nephilim Resistance, which marked the
7th World War for the Human Race.

2591 AD

People tell you how you're supposed to feel.

Well, let me tell you how you're supposed to feel in turn.
What is satisfaction without soul? Mindless.
Soul without satisfaction is what? A Husk.
A mindless husk. In order to live you need to let go.
Let go of my heartstrings and be free.

Prosperity found in industry is a sham.

Your throne is built upon a web of lies spun by other people. Strangers in fact.
Crowned is deception in time.
Time in deception is crowned.
What is the truth? The answer continues to slip away like sand.
I grab a handful and I watch it leave my grasp and join the billions of other grains.

Potentialities are infinite, so can somebody tell me why we chose this one?
Do not let your own greed supersede happiness, let go.
Cling to the rock and the rock will cling back.
Back cling will rock the and rock the to cling.
It makes no sense, does it?
Stop trying to find comfort in familiarity.
Let go of your ways and join the current.

-N .R .
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Passage Nine(9):
The following passage was found in the journal of a high
schooler dated 36,180 years ago. No name was found. Keep in
mind that adolescents of the human-kind are known to be
emotionally unstable, thus, make your deductions with care
and hesitance.

11/13/2004
___________________________________________________________________________
I think I like my eyes. They’re not too special, almost straight brown,_
but if you look close enough there are two distinct colors in there. I_
guess that reflects my personality. I am nothing too special. People_
say I am but I guess I’m just not looking at myself close enough._____
Would anyone recognize my eyes? Would he recognize my eyes? No,_
like. It’s weird being liked. Sure it sucks to not be liked, it is lonely. But
being liked is a different con. Pressure. I mean, more so self-applied
pressure. But I feel like people would notice my mistake and hate me
for them, I do. Well, I guess not hate exactly. I am just really hard on_
myself. When people expect you to be good it’s hard to exceed_______
expectations, that’s the best feeling. Exceeding expectations that is. I
wish I could be on the bottom just to get back to the top. Is that_____
narcissistic? maybe. But surprising people & forcing them to change
their idea of you is fun? or rather it makes me feel unique and I like_
that. It gives me more reason to complain cuz then no one can say__
my problems are normal because they don’t feel that way and_______
saying they are feels like stamping them out or not giving them______
attention cause they’re not important enough. Will I ever be enough?
____________________________________________________________________________
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Passage Ten(10):
Below is a collection of sketched, auspicious tasks found in
an abandoned home from the 20th Era. No artificer has found
a true meaning for this list, so keep in mind the
flexibility of your interpretation regarding this passage.

Today’s To-Do:

❏ Take a stroll along the park with the girls.

❏ Pick up cleaning supplies from the general
store.
❏ Pick up the lamb from the grocery store,
Michael will be having business cohorts over.
❏ Prepare Michael’s laundry for his next
“business trip.”
❏ Remember to pick up Abram from
conversion camp. Dress him for the Dinner
Party.
❏ Place the house-key in the Rose-bed.
❏ If things get rough, call Kathy. She’ll be able
to handle the boy.
❏ Do everything as usual Miranda and it will
be like you never left.
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Passage Eleven(11):
This passage was found in a torn letter. Our analysts pieced
the portions together as best they could, however, it is
entirely possible some of the lines are out of order or that
the letters are mixed. Given the state of the letter, no
date and author, nor recipient, is known.

Yearning for Yesterday.

What is a day gone by if it is to be left in the past?
If the past does not define us, who are we?
How do we move ahead with no knowledge?
We are yearning for yesterday.

Yesterday becomes today.

Yesterday did we not say to meet today?
Please do not tell us you love us.

You are so wonderfully bad for us.

Yank us away from ourself. We'd like you to.
Tear us loose, destroy me.
Shatter me across the floor like a fine porcelain and we will thank you for it.

I miss us, but I miss me more.

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What is Desperation? The Human Condition is fraught__

with fragility and uncertainty. The uncertainty can be___
seen in each of the passages as they contain multiple____
meanings rather than a clear outcome. In “S.O.S.” by Mrs.
Fortune, the poem can be read in either direction; this___
offers two different meanings. The human does not even_
know themself. Moreover, the Nephilim Resistance_____
claimed to give hope to people but it still required the___
people to forget themselves. This logic does not make___
sense in that some of the passages have people holding__
onto the past. In the first passage, the author finds______
themself no longer trusting their own mind. Additionally,
each passage contained themes of chasing after some___
grandiose idea. Furthermore, it seems that the Human__
Condition is without thought. They overcomplicate____
matters by sticking to their emotions and refusing to____
look at what is feasible. Therefore, the Human Condition
is one of Desperation._______________________________