Born Man, like every other human his life was a journey to find the reason behind his own existence, whether that be love or trade. As a child his most daunting memory was being left alone with his dad while his elder brother and sister fled to the park with their mom to be together and have countless acts of memorable fun. It’s not the memory of them fleeing which hurt as a child, but the crushed feeling experienced in his heart at such an innocent age; a feeling which would only be reiterated throughout his growing years as man. Raised Machine, the once born man in search for everything in life understood that everything he wanted was in fact everything which wouldn’t be, and so became immune to the want or feeling of love, instead only ever moved forward with what was required of him to be fulfilled in life and was unfazed by the weakness of others who boasted their ever apparent ego with callous and – for them – unfortunate words and deeds. He was not cold, no, not that kind of machine where a heart is found lacking. He smiled, he laughed, he loved, he knew and felt the sincerity of what is to love and see beautiful; but for him, life no longer needed to be ‘thought’ about to get around where he needed to be so to do what he intended to do. Died Superhuman, the born man raised machine soon succumbed to the knowledge that his own power was too his own weakness. A life led on one ability alone became his reason for existence and with it, the reason for his death. The same power which gave his heart freedom to soar through the sky is the same power which led him to his fall. Contrary to belief, every Superhuman has to die.