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    For the record, I never really lived through that war that took

    place in the second century, I was only born on that end of that era, but, the aftermath of

    that war still haunted those beneath the feet of nobles and aristocrats and generals and

    rich folk. I lost my mother to a slaver, but she died when she resisted to do what the slavers

    want, so they cut her throat, I know because I was there and I was only 8 that time. Then I

    lost my father when a bunch of Roman soldiers got too drunk on their night out and my

    father and I were only carrying our master's wine and when they saw us they demanded we

    hand them over the wine, but, my dad refused and when one of the soldiers got touchy

    my dad fought but lost when one of em drew their sword and stabbed him several times...

    and I was there... This is the first time I've actually told this story and I never told this to

    Timothy or Jacob even though I've been their friend the moment I met them... in later eras.

    And to ask how I'm still here after 2000+ years, your better of asking the deity that allowed

    me to live this long and suffer more than what I've bargained for, but, with age comes

    knowledge and that's what my calling was, I research, I study, I experiment, I hone my

    skills and learned everything from then and now and I continue that task even to this

    day and age and there are more to come until the core that's keeping me alive is struck

    by someone who thinks it's my time to stop. Well I doubt that time will come since I no

    longer wish to cease. I'm just getting started, knowledge is infinity, history is remembered

    so that we can never repeat it, discovery is ever-so-present so that we can learn something

    new to fill our curiosity, futures are planned so that we can thrive and survive this cruel dark

    world and the only irony is that everyday we experience déjà vu or a repeat in history, "our"

    own history, because, we remember everything even though we suppress them to forget.

    The dead are the only ones that doesn't have to suffer since they've been long gone.

    Those of the living are just unaware of what they might end up remembering, some good

    and some... horrifying... But at least my brain is mostly machine, because I can erase

    my entire childhood but keep the ones that is most important, like who I am and who my

    present day friends are as well as the knowledge I've received from my numerous years

    on this earth. And the only thing I'm most ashamed of is when people were so gullible

    and naive. I can't even utter how people from those days continue to live in certain

    parts of the United States. I respect them, but, they're mostly afraid of change and

    evolution, so I'll only leave them to their daily life and I'll continue with mine.