It had been a long time coming for me to think of myself as a person. I never did really, after the war I just felt lost. Like a weapon you put in a drawer and forgot. Most of society moved on, I just drifted off, drank some, watched the world some, but outside of that didn't do anything of note. Oshujon in rejoining society had done more than I had and I'd been around longer. I mean sure he seemed to want to kill everyone in society, but again that was better than I'd done. I just felt lost in society, and lost in general after wandering a bit. I didn't even know where I wanted to be, so when I looked around at all the poor and suffering I knew I was probably in the wrong place.
I had heard of the suffering after the war, how we had returned to the haves and have nots very fast. I hadn't seen it really. I didn't expect to find all this suffering. I mean we had all kinds of open spaces and places to be, why would people be concentrated and miserable?
"They always exist no matter how enlightened you become." Oshujon had apparently decided to track me down.
"Says the guy out of rotation for a long time."
"It's universal, trust me, I can smell the injustice here, I can smell it everywhere."
"Must be pretty awful."
"It's almost unbearable." I could see it in his face, he looked like he was in misery.
"So what will you do?"
"Bring justice to the unjust, will you help me?" He extended his hand and I took it. And so two avatars of justice began.
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