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What's So Special About You?

A funny thing about humans - we think we're special. We gave ourselves a soul, so that we would never really die. We gave ourselves gods so that we'd truly never be alone. And for thousands of years our literary characters have benefited from this as well, and we made them worship us, too.

And the reasons are easy enough to spot.

Apparently Earth's the only planet with life, and dogs can't talk and fish can't walk. We inherited the universe for lack of any other intelligent life. And it shows in our fiction, especially literature. The vampire is no different. As amazing as their physiology would be - to sustain life even after death - they hold us high on a pedestal. Dracula did in his novel, and this worship of humanity continues to this day.

Evander Cambio, the protagonist of UNIQUE, wants to hold onto his humanity, too. Hell, I even had to develop different species of vampires so that this was a possibility. He's a Clean Blood, a vampire from the original source - the Sacred Ancestor. While the undead all around him - that are the majority - relish in their evil, more violent ways. Instead, Evander tends to protect humans; he still feels human, considering his physiology is closer to theirs.

This is just one example of how even I cannot bring humanity down a bit. Try as I might, even I can't bring myself from holding humans upon high. But every once in a while, we need to poke fun at ourselves.

But wait! Maybe we are special. Altruism exists, and not by mere chance. People help each other, and I'd be willing to bet not just for the sake of gaining something from it. We worship family and a higher power, and teach ourselves to be more selfless every day. And right now, that's exactly what we all need.

This post was supposed to be anything but a rant, but I'm feeling very special lately. Or maybe I'm high, I don't know. Or maybe I'm just all wrapped up in Christmas spirit...

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