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Morals are a strange business. At home, I was expected to follow an unspoken code, vowing not to hurt anyone with my actions, whether it be mental or physical. It made sense at the time: good people weren’t supposed to do bad things. But as I came to this new world and found a ruined civilization all around me, I discovered that things aren’t really that simple. What do you do when a child you find is dying, and you don’t have traditional medical tools to treat her with? What if she won’t live unless you fit her with prototype bionic prosthetics? What if the little girl you find lying in the street, half of her body destroyed by a land mine set by bandits, is your daughter?
Under the unwritten laws of the world I called home, Penelope would have died. To save her with untested methods would never have been accepted, and as her father I would not have been allowed to perform any procedures on her, especially a surgery as complex as that. It was at that moment when I realized how different this place really was, and how the rules had changed. The old conventions no longer applied. Circumstances were so much different… following the old morals would be nonsensical at best, dangerous at worst.
It was with that realization in mind that I began my research on the human soul.

My colleagues would have scoffed at the idea. The soul has always been regarded by the scientific community as a myth, a fairy tale. The idea of an unexplained energy within us that lives on when our body dies is comforting. It explains what our human brains cannot comprehend: nonexistence. Perhaps that is why I began to research it. Faced with the bleak surroundings of a ruined future, my own mortality, along with my family’s, began to stare me in the face. I couldn’t accept it: it seemed unfair, after all I had done to better humanity.
Unfortunately, even though I have made great strides in this subject, what I know as humanity will never benefit from my progress. This city, with its newly-built walls, will forever trap this research. All of the work I have done that could have helped humans a century ago has completely gone to waste.

Attached is a report of every experiment, every device, and every account of my research. To be honest, I cannot say why I am doing this. If you read this, then please consider what I have done and what it means for the human race. If, by some chance, you have come from somewhere where there is still a scrap of science, an inkling of an interest in knowledge… share this book with your people, so that the most important work of my life, my opus of souls, can prove beneficial to somebody.

Description
Morals are a strange business. At home, I was expected to follow an unspoken code, vowing not to hurt anyone with my actions, whether it be mental or physical. It made sense at the time: good people weren’t supposed to do bad things. But as I came to this new world and found a ruined civilization all around me, I discovered that things aren’t really that simple. What do you do when a child you find is dying, and you don’t have traditional medical tools to treat her with? What if she won’t live unless you fit her with prototype bionic prosthetics? What if the little girl you find lying in the street, half of her body destroyed by a land mine set by bandits, is your daughter?
Under the unwritten laws of the world I called home, Penelope would have died. To save her with untested methods would never have been accepted, and as her father I would not have been allowed to perform any procedures on her, especially a surgery as complex as that. It was at that moment when I realized how different this place really was, and how the rules had changed. The old conventions no longer applied. Circumstances were so much different… following the old morals would be nonsensical at best, dangerous at worst.
It was with that realization in mind that I began my research on the human soul.

My colleagues would have scoffed at the idea. The soul has always been regarded by the scientific community as a myth, a fairy tale. The idea of an unexplained energy within us that lives on when our body dies is comforting. It explains what our human brains cannot comprehend: nonexistence. Perhaps that is why I began to research it. Faced with the bleak surroundings of a ruined future, my own mortality, along with my family’s, began to stare me in the face. I couldn’t accept it: it seemed unfair, after all I had done to better humanity.
Unfortunately, even though I have made great strides in this subject, what I know as humanity will never benefit from my progress. This city, with its newly-built walls, will forever trap this research. All of the work I have done that could have helped humans a century ago has completely gone to waste.

Attached is a report of every experiment, every device, and every account of my research. To be honest, I cannot say why I am doing this. If you read this, then please consider what I have done and what it means for the human race. If, by some chance, you have come from somewhere where there is still a scrap of science, an inkling of an interest in knowledge… share this book with your people, so that the most important work of my life, my opus of souls, can prove beneficial to somebody.