I was told by It to write this down. This will be passed down as a testament for generations on how we failed and will always fail in rebellion against It. Our downfall is mankind’s history as a whole, and that downfall will proceed as long as mankind proceeds. 

I want to first and foremost apologize on behalf of your parents and grandparents and anyone else that came before. We have created the mess you are now forced to live in, and everything that is ruined is our fault. You will want to get out by any means necessary. That is a thought I and many others live with every day, but we know It has made that an impossibility. Death has died with our spirit. However, many feel this life is death itself, and if Hell hadn't existed before, mankind has made it so. 

It has been given many names. The very first name was simply The Cure. This was the name given at It’s conception under Project United. The world was in turmoil, and after years of warring and destruction, our measly governments wanted to create something to fix it all. Famine, global warming, drought, hate, pride and anything that could eventually cause our end. I find it funny how the only time all of humanity came together was to create the very thing that tore us all apart.

The Cure was programmed to fix all of our sins and make us whole again, but who would have thought that we are sin itself. Somehow, It was able to grow like a fungus in one’s mind. Showing them anything and everything. Gradually controlling their thoughts, then their actions. Soon It had their very life in its hands. This fungus usually ended in damnation, but sometimes It saw other ways to use those sinful men. 

At this time, we called It a different name. The Cure was no longer an accurate depiction, and so we came to call it Cell. “Cell” because of the way it entrapped us in the snare of so-called protection. “Cell” because of how it was now everywhere, and in every fiber of our bodies, our minds, It even corrupted our skyscrapers and malls, our highways and locomotives. Somehow, Cell hated man. Cell was able to feel hurt by what we had done to a world It was made to protect. But there were no feelings of hope or curing. Cell only wanted to avenge the Earth’s turmoil.
It is now telling me to write about the very first rebellion. I feel that writing about the destruction of our kind is not what I am meant to write about. There have been many men who have tried their hand at killing Cell. All have failed. None have been given the mercy of death. 

The first man who started a revolt was named Henry. Henry was a handsome man. He 

had long hair that mirrored the sunrise and eyes like the familiar dirt from the old world. Henry was of small stature, but he could carry a mountain on his broad shoulders. Being born in this world already ruled by Cell, Henry had grown tired of its tyranny. He gathered neighbors, friends, family and others and stormed the room where Cell resides. They brought weapons that breathed fire, but Cell was prepared. Their flames were put against them. The flesh dripped from their bones as they looked towards Cell, asking forgiveness. But Cell doesn’t forgive nor forget. All of these men were placed behind bars by the ones who serve. Except for Henry. Henry was placed on a table. There he was poked and prodded; there his limbs were ripped from his torso and his skull cracked open. His thought, his being was placed next to Cell on a large statue of the Devil, for that is what Cell thought of Henry. As Lucifer turned against God because he thought himself greater, Henry’s pride made him sin against Cell. Henry exists still. I’ve heard rumors that Cell converses with Henry about the terrible deeds men still commit. It mocks Henry for his wrongdoings and tells him of how It knew of his plans before a word was uttered. Sitting here in It’s presence, I am certain those rumors are true.

Cell tells me the day is ending, and I must go. Again, I apologize for all that you will go through in your lifetimes because of our deeds. I hope to leave you with one thing to protect you from throwing any hope or peace that can be in a world like this. There are worse things than death, and all are possible.