Post by Weremouse on Jul 6, 2009 18:21:43 GMT -5
I am a pusher.
Thou might ask - what is this pusher you speak of?
It is simple - a pusher is an immortal. A pusher is perfection. A pusher devotes their life to knowledge.
I am a victim.
I was pushed from my own body and thrust into the wrong age group. My name was Vanessa. Now I am Katherine. I was turning 18. Now I'm over 82. My life is almost over, yet it just began. People think I'm crazy. I have attendants. My body is weak and useless. I'm not allowed alchohol - I skipped through that entire period of life.
I'm a virgin. My boyfriend doesn't know I exist anymore. In my place, there's a pusher.
I am a pusher.
I am skilled in adaptation. I switch names like I switch clothes. I live out my old body and leave it to someone else - to die for me. No, I have no moral concerns over this. The pursuit of knowledge is better than that.
The love and sex that I get left with? Sometimes I take it, sometimes I break it. Usually I have my fun with the boyfriends I get, then leave them. It's not really my life, so why should I care who I hurt? I have other pushers for company, sometimes we meet up. With about a hundred pushers but over thousands of generations, we're bound to meet up now and then.
My memories are the one things I keep from life to life. Some pushers keep tokens, but I just keep my memories.
I am a victim.
My pusher explained everything, and told me to be grateful she did. Apparently the only way to get my body back is to push her out of it. She also told me that most victims wind up in the same nursing home - pushers have a cosmic attraction or something. So now, that's my quest. To meet up with the other victims, learn how to push, track down my pusher and get back my life.
Thou might ask - what is this pusher you speak of?
It is simple - a pusher is an immortal. A pusher is perfection. A pusher devotes their life to knowledge.
I am a victim.
I was pushed from my own body and thrust into the wrong age group. My name was Vanessa. Now I am Katherine. I was turning 18. Now I'm over 82. My life is almost over, yet it just began. People think I'm crazy. I have attendants. My body is weak and useless. I'm not allowed alchohol - I skipped through that entire period of life.
I'm a virgin. My boyfriend doesn't know I exist anymore. In my place, there's a pusher.
I am a pusher.
I am skilled in adaptation. I switch names like I switch clothes. I live out my old body and leave it to someone else - to die for me. No, I have no moral concerns over this. The pursuit of knowledge is better than that.
The love and sex that I get left with? Sometimes I take it, sometimes I break it. Usually I have my fun with the boyfriends I get, then leave them. It's not really my life, so why should I care who I hurt? I have other pushers for company, sometimes we meet up. With about a hundred pushers but over thousands of generations, we're bound to meet up now and then.
My memories are the one things I keep from life to life. Some pushers keep tokens, but I just keep my memories.
I am a victim.
My pusher explained everything, and told me to be grateful she did. Apparently the only way to get my body back is to push her out of it. She also told me that most victims wind up in the same nursing home - pushers have a cosmic attraction or something. So now, that's my quest. To meet up with the other victims, learn how to push, track down my pusher and get back my life.