His first memory alive was him slaving his life away for those that didn't care about his existence or his life, willing to rename slavery just to not be called out but not enough to bland their nonexistent hearts.
Then the realization of how much of a waste it was for him to have left his home for a broken and trampled promise in a place that was so against those from where he came from.
That is why he decided to dedicate his life to change it. He managed to fulfill it, to change what was once a nightmare to a promising future, so he was not expecting to live long past the final step of it, it was a part of it too.
So, staring at the wooden ceiling over him for another day of his existence was a way to think of what was to be of his life, he had completed his life goal and now felt empty.
He had reincarnated into another world, same as in those fantasy stories that he read in his youth. Histories of adventure, discovery, and romance from what he could remember, sometimes good and sometimes bad, being a trope in literature and other mediums.
He didn't want it.
It is written in the bible that one of the signs of the apocalypse will be "During those days people will seek death but will not find it; they will long to die, but death will elude them.". He was not claiming for the end of days, but for his yearn for death just for it to not come to him.
He could simply have taken his life, but he did not have the desire to waste a life in such an easy way, he always hated that route.
So, he simply was living his life to the best of what he could do for himself in this new world.
His name now was Alan Balek, not that he remembered his past name, he was now just a little over 11 years old in this world, he had dark brown hair almost black, a fair complexion and a slim figure. From what he could see his body was different from earth.
His skin was fair compared to his sun blessed skin, to put it mildly, his complexion no longer being on the big size, something that he preferred, and his face was different, he didn't saw his own face much after a certain point but he was sure that this is not how he looked and but something inside him told him to be grateful for some reason.
His father was working as a bank teller, a well-paid vocation that let him have a good house and a variety of contacts all over the world, now they lived in a coastal region that was close to a major city, known for its magnificent views all around, from its mountain range visible from the coast to its beaches full of life.
It was a great place to live, beautiful in many ways, a place to raise a family and spend the rest of his life growing old.
Not that one could see it anymore really.
His father a 28 year old man, having light brown hair and dark brown eyes and a somewhat robust complexion, looking like a normal person one could found anywhere.
There was a knock on his door and a moment later his father opened the door.
"Alan, are you coming to eat? Or are you going to continue your studies?"
His studies being his research papers.
"Yes, I'm coming"
He stood from his bed, putting his shoes and leaving his mess of a room, he decided to continue later in his pondering of the world and its whims, stepping out of his room he started to walk the hallway to the dining room.
The house was only one floor and was frankly quite packed for a family of three, let alone five as his neighbors had. But considering that most of it was occupied by his and his father's works maybe it was just his family.
While his father followed the saying of never bringing work home it was hard to maintain a family and having a work life without mixing them from time to time, and his own work being a room where he attempted to make a watch.
Entering the dining room, he saw his father sitting at the head of the table then he took his seat at his side, as soon as he took his seat his father spoke to him.
"Have you decided where to go yet?" He asked.
What his father was referring was his place of staying for the foreseeable future until he was of age to go to an institution or such, his parents were going to participate in the colonization program, with his father becoming a manager at the bank in Bridlinsk.
He had given him a choice of accompanying them; stay in his native home alone or go to live with an uncle in the other side of the continent.
The first option was what one would expect from parents that were concerned for their child, the second option was interesting though, they knew he was smart enough to manage for himself as he was already recognized, anonymously, among some academic circles.
The third option was where things became curios, his uncle was a relatively well know businessmen in his side of the world. Already he had sold his uncle designs for some things like a pen and an ink stamp, thanks to that he received a considerable amount of money each year.
And so, he thought already for the past two months weighing the pros and cons and yesterday he came to a decision.
"I wish to stay here at home, I don't think I want to leave home yet."
His father gave him a small smile and nodded his head in what seems to be approval.
"Very well, I actually was hoping for you to stay and take care of the house after everything that it cost us to get it."
That was a little surprising, with how much affection and attention his parents gave him he thought for sure that they would have wanted him to go alongside them.
He wasn't going to complain, he was planning to do experiments that might get them, or any other person concerned, persecuted, or executed.
Truly the life of a person without hope was really occupied.