✰ 3.25 stars ✰
“Maybe that’s one of the things that makes the human brain so amazing. You’re right that we’re trapped in our heads.
Believing other people exist is sort of a leap of faith, like believing God exists.
Maybe that’s why we evolved to have empathy. It helps us make the leap.”
Can evil be cured? Can evil be forgiven? Can a victim find in his heart to let go of the pain and not still be a victim to the hurt and want to inflict revenge on those who wronged them? Can we manipulate people's true nature and intentions under the guise of goodness in order for them to survive? Can nature defeat nurture?
I used to think so. It may not require science, but I thought that with inherent kindness there may be a way for some to see the light. But, sometimes those ill feelings run deeper than the skin; that one is so numb to the right, they cannot see the wrong of the crime that they're about to commit. Like a tattoo, it is a permanent imprint that prevents one from seeking the way of survival. 😟
A school shooting is nothing to joke about. To experiment on a seventeen-year-old's brain who has been a victim of bullying and humiliation - definitely an unlikely scenario, not to mention an unwilling participant. 'For better or worse, science had reduced the whole huge question of good and evil to a matter of electric impulses.'But, the fact and the question remains - had his intended targets not been the cause of his humiliation and shame - would he have still ventured out to act the way he did? Or are we to blame for the cause of the root of evil?
“‘The brain is wider than the sky,’” I recited from memory, “‘For, put them side by side, the one the other will include, With ease, and you beside.’”
A teenage sociopath who had remnants of good in him, but somehow, is humanity responsible for nurturing his evil nature. Franklin Kettle had moments of kindness - if not empathy. His lack of empathy to regard his intentions was perhaps the motivation behind Rem's evil scientist's machinations to cure him of his angry and tormented thoughts, and perhaps prevent a horrific crime from happening again in a country and its 'bullshit love affair of ours with guns and violence and killing people.' 😥 Or is a violent video game to be held accountable for allowing such depraved thoughts to enter one's mind, rather than believing that we too played a part in having him become someone who could have been someone better, if only shown a little kindness or acceptance, or even empathy?
Mr. Nice Guy Rem definitely is in the tight spot; he's also not exactly free of ill-minded thoughts, either, as his own personal questionable choices leave much to be desired. But, I suppose the question is whether we keep them simply as our personal thoughts, or rather to find a way to act upon them - when we fail to understand the gravity of what is so inconceivable. 😔 The confusing swirl of emotions as well as the complicated feelings of desire that stirred inside of him made it difficult for him to figure out where his loyalties lay. And yet, he feels compelled by Franklin; inexplicably drawn to him for how he is able to sense that maybe there is a change enough inside of him that could leave him to hope that the procedure was a success - or is the morally ambiguous line drawn between good and evil the deciding factor that cannot save Franklin from himself... 😞
The disconcerting feeling that anyone was a likely suspect kept me turning the page. Idolizing if not romanticizing that maybe Rem and Franklin could have their happily ever after was a disheartening notion, but one that nevertheless had me continue reading. It was a bit easy to blame Rem's mother for everything, but responsibility for our actions have to be taken, too. Rem seeking closure of some sense to his own brother's tragic death in the war is the palpable pull that also lends a hand in him behaving the way I did. I believed - I hoped - I lost. ❤️🩹 You cannot condone, nor forgive how Rem and his friends behaved. But, certainly violence is not the way to solve it. Human nature allows us to make the difference between what is right and what is wrong; otherwise is that feeling true - once a monster, always a monster? 🥺
I wonder why the author never wrote anything else again...