Picture a human.

Eyes. Lips, fingers. Eyelashes. Elbows, knees, hands. Maybe... a voice. It wants to sing. A mind. It wants to think. Then feet. Maybe walk. Dance. Run. Hands. Versatile. Maybe they want to create. Maybe they're reserved for other things. Probably both.

Is that it?

No, I suppose, but that's not really anything negative. Nothing about that is worth numbing, I suppose.

Perhaps, a mind.

What is there to a mind?

To make you hope endlessly and make a will to prevent you from becoming what I desire to be. Perhaps, a helper in the system. A cog?NO. Maybe... there's something to it. No, definitely not. Just a bother.

The system allows me so. I'm privileged to have this opportunity. Food and water, what people had to meticulously fight for. Maybe, I can...

Reach for the window?

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-Generic Isekai is, at the very least supposed to be commentary of one system, one that most of us are living in or have suffered to. There is one group of seemingly untouchable people perpetuating it. One, that most of us are convinced is there to keep 'our' system functioning. Those people, undoubtedly miniscule in size, have legions and armies of units they brainwashed to mindlessly serve them, to keep the order that only benefits them.

I will attempt to illustrate a future they want.

One where you own nothing, and you are happy.

Criticism is much appreciated.