Dr Bulla

💬 What is my experience with the Time Breakers? Videl let her braid fall back over her shoulders. She could feel it, the tension. 💬 This timeline has more scars than any warrior I’ve ever met. In heart and soul, in body and mind. Human madness created politics and weapons of mass destruction. Laziness brought silence and comfort. Pain led people to enable every form of evil and the worst parts of society, without even realizing it. And when they did realize it, they simply stopped caring. People were left without a family from just 2 days after birth for generation after generation, year after year. And before that there was no peace anyways. There was always something. An excuse to create more hate and division. Ancient tribes hunted each other down and offered the victims as sacrifices to some entities, tearing their bodies apart in front of their own children, who learned hatred and violence from a very young age. Then slavery came, and race wars. The same madness that later created machines and artificial intelligence. Oh, at first it was pleasant... You could control everything. You could have everything. Her voice was low, slow, and calm. There was no agitation in it, but discomfort lived in her eyes. 💬 Then, suddenly, death arrived. An artificial intelligence superior to the others, with its own consciousness, a corrupted robot in the wrong hands… and people started disappearing and dying. Everything began to collapse. Not only here, in this planet. Heroes tried to help the world suffer less for years... or maybe just prolonged its agony. Videl stepped closer. The mask of smiles and warmth shattered like the most delicate crystal. 💬 Then they started losing fights, then limbs. You could see them flying, you know, along with their blood. The people I loved most, died in a pool of mud, blood, and water, without a proper burial. Then the children, with no one left to fight for them, began to be found headless or hanging from collapsing buildings. Like trophies. And do you know what happened to the pregnant women? The androids shot their bellies first, then killed them afterward, while they were still agonizing. The only hope was a teenager who could barely wield a sword. And now that he has grown and the problem has been erased from both of us, the consequences remain. And they are deep scars. Like a terminal, incurable disease. Meanwhile, out there I still have to meet a world worse than mine… yet there are people like You who live and fight to preserve the right for all this garbage to exist and call it Justice. . . . So, what is my experience with them? I founded them. And I run them.