A Hacked Life: Born to Serve a Purpose follows the journey of an individual born not out of love or choice but for an unknown purpose. Devoid of warmth, belonging, and meaning, the protagonist questions their existence and grapples with the illusion of purpose and the cyclical nature of life.
I wasn’t born into riches or struggle, nor out of love. I hadn’t arrived by choice—delivered, not welcomed. Placed here for a reason, I had to follow the same path as countless others before me. Yet, there I was, alive and moving. I never knew a parent’s love, the comfort of belonging, or the warmth of friendship. But I saw, spoke, and ate like others. Still, deep inside, I often wondered—what kind of life was this?
Some days, it felt like a curse—a life without love, respect, or meaning. Just surviving for an unknown purpose. And sometimes, I couldn’t help but think… was this world nothing but a beautiful illusion masking a lonely, endless cycle?
A childhood in a crowded room, living with purpose
I spent my childhood in a house packed with many like me. Moving around was difficult, playing was almost impossible, and finding a comfortable spot to sleep was a challenge. But one thing we never had to worry about was food. Our home felt like a paradise when it came to eating—no restrictions, no fixed meal times. Whenever we felt hungry, we could eat. There was always plenty, and because of that, we grew up strong and healthy despite the suffocating space.
But there was no freedom. No place to run or explore. The air was thick with an unpleasant scent that never faded. An unfamiliar hand wiped the floors clean each day, but the emptiness remained. Despite the crowded room and countless faces around me, I felt alone. We found joy in small things—poking each other, scratching, and playing meaningless games. Born to serve a purpose, that was the only world we knew, and we accepted it.
A hacked life: Born to serve a purpose—a dull teenage life
The life of a teen felt worse than childhood. We had grown bigger, yet the space had only grown smaller. There were fewer of us now, yet still, we could hardly move. My body changed rapidly, growing fast, growing heavy—like it was unnatural. I felt myself becoming something I did not recognize. We ate the same food, but it no longer felt the same. Something about it made us grow faster, made us sluggish, and turned us into something we were not meant to be.
Outside our home, the world was alive—people walked freely, families laughed, and animals roamed without fear. But here we were, locked inside, unaware of what life truly meant. We had never known anything else. We had never been allowed to.
Then, one day, strangers came. They stood outside, watching us, pointing, whispering. I was curious. I had never seen such expressions before. Then, suddenly, one of them stepped inside. He reached for my friend. My friend screamed, clawed, and tried to run. But two others helped pull him away. I watched, frozen, as they examined him—touching, prodding. Then, just as suddenly, they threw him back inside. Our existence had been invaded, altered beyond our control, yet it seemed we were nothing more than bound to fulfill a purpose not our own.
He didn’t speak for days. He sat in a corner, eyes empty, body trembling. None of us asked him what happened. We all felt the weight of it. It was the first time we realized—we were not safe.
Finding purpose through sacrifice
Our lives revolved around eating and sleeping—there was nothing else. What could we do, trapped within these four walls? Then, one day, something worse happened. One of our own grew weaker. He struggled for days, his breathing heavy, his body unable to hold on any longer. And then he was gone.
The pain of loss was unbearable, but what shattered me was what happened next. A man came in, shouting at us as if we were nothing more than an inconvenience. He grabbed my friend’s lifeless body, dragged it across the floor, and tossed it onto a truck like a piece of garbage. Oh my God, the fear, the sadness—I can’t describe it. My heart pounded as I realized the truth. This was how we would all be treated. This was the value of our lives. Nothing.
Taken away
One day, a truck arrived, carrying strange, metallic cages. We could hear distant screams and cries that sent chills down my spine. Fear crept in. Then, two men entered. They signaled for us to step forward. We hesitated. My instincts screamed at me to run, but there was nowhere to go. Before I could react, hands grabbed me—rough, forceful, unyielding.
I fought, but it was useless. Pain shot through my limbs as they shoved me inside a cramped, suffocating cell. I looked around—ten of us squeezed so tightly we could barely move. Above and below us were more cells, each filled with someone I once knew.
Then, the truck roared to life. It sped forward, jolting us violently. The air grew thin. I gasped, struggling to breathe, but there was no space to move, no space to even fall. The vehicle bounced over a bump, and we crashed into each other, pain radiating through every bone in my body. Cries of agony filled the air. My heart pounded. What was happening? Where were they taking us?
This wasn’t just a bad day—this was a nightmare.
A hacked life, Born to Serve a Purpose—The final destination
Thank God, we survived that horrible journey. Now, we were in a new place—peaceful, at least for the moment. But something was wrong. I had no idea where I was or where my friends from the other cells had gone. We were left outside, exposed to the burning sun and the cold rain. No shelter. No warmth.
The only thing that remained constant was food—always as much as we wanted. But was that all life was meant to be? Just eating, waiting, and disappearing? Then it began. The same man came and reached in, taking one of us. This time, there was no struggle. My friend knew what was coming. He did not scream or fight; he simply left and never returned.
The days passed, and more of my friends vanished. New faces appeared, but I knew—they too would be taken. Again and again, the cycle continued. Then came the day that shook me. A friend was taken, and this time he screamed. He screamed like I had never heard before. And then, silence.
Something inside me snapped. My mind whispered the truth. I was next.
I wanted to run, hide, and escape, but I couldn’t. Powerless and frozen in fear, I was trapped.
And he’s coming again… Yes, he’s targeting me…
His hand reaching towards me…
No… no… oh God, no!
Please! Noooo!
Aahhh! It hurts! Noooo!
I was standing outside the chicken stall, waiting for my meat. My eyes caught a chicken in the cage, its gaze fixed on mine with a haunting stillness. There was something unsettling about its look; I got lost in the moment, and from that strange connection, the story “A hacked life: Born to serve a purpose” began to form.
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