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This was originally meant to be dual-language with German and English, but I had the German version abandoned with incomplete translation. I am pretty sure this is not what anyone would expect me to ever write especially since it doesn't end in total destruction, bloodshed or something equally horrific
== A Nameless More Or Less Real Life Tale ==
Once upon a time, there was a male human. His name was Paul.
Paul was a normal lad, had few hobbies, was in the middle of his life, and had seen and experienced much in the time of existence. Nonetheless he felt his life was incomplete, that there was something that remained to be done.
One day, Paul went to a concert. At this concert, Paul heard the fascinating music of THE INSTRUMENT. So delighted was he by the sounds of THE INSTRUMENT, that after the concert, Paul said to himself:
Paul: "I absolutely MUST LEARN THE INSTRUMENT. It is the only thing in this life I need to have! I shall train day and night as long as it takes until I can play THE INSTRUMENT perfectly!!"
And so Paul went to a music store and bought himself THE INSTRUMENT. At home, he started playing it, and was fascinated by the music he was able to produce. But of course it was nothing compared to what he had experienced in the concert.
Thus, Paul sought out the best player and teacher of THE INSTRUMENT. At the end of his search, he found THE MASTER.
SHE, THE MASTER, listened politely to Paul's playing, and heard him out as he requested to learn from HER, THE MASTER, in order to become perfect on THE INSTRUMENT, and that he would do whatever and however long as was necessary to reach that goal!
SHE, THE MASTER, said to Paul: "Paul, it will not matter how long or how dedicated you are going to train. You will never be able to play THE INSTRUMENT perfectly in your life."
Paul was smitten, destroyed, and he left HER, THE MASTER. On his way home he cried out all his heart and refused to believe what SHE, THE MASTER, had said.
So Paul went to THE INSTRUMENT he had bought, and started playing, and training day and night. He kept playing and training for days, weeks, months... until he had played and trained for over 5 years. He knew he had become better, so he concluded that SHE, THE MASTER had been wrong. However, he still could not play THE INSTRUMENT perfectly, so Paul decided to visit HER, THE MASTER again, show HER, THE MASTER, the progress he had made, and politely ask to be taught how to play THE INSTRUMENT perfectly, again.
So he ventured forth and did as he had decided.
SHE, THE MASTER, again listened politely to Paul and his playing. SHE, THE MASTER, did note the progress Paul had made and praised Paul accordingly. Yet when Paul asked her to reconsider him as pupil, to learn how to play THE INSTRUMENT perfectly, SHE, THE MASTER, sighed and said to Paul:
SHE, THE MASTER: "Paul, as I told you before, you will never be able to play THE INSTRUMENT perfectly, no matter how hard and how long you try. Yet I feel I do owe you an apology. It is not your fault that you will never be able to play THE INSTRUMENT perfectly. You see, THE INSTRUMENT was created by a VENUSIAN, and only VENUSIANs can ever hope to master it, since it requires 5 hands and 3 feet to be played absolutely perfectly. What you have achieved on your own already, with your normal human 2 hands and 2 feet is indeed marvelous, and if you like, I shall teach you as best as your human physiology is going to allow. You will be the best HUMAN player of THE INSTRUMENT that this universe has ever seen, but do not be sad about the irrefutable fact, that you will never be able to play THE INSTRUMENT in all its perfect glory. I am very sorry, that I failed to explain this to you 5 years ago, and therefor humbly beg your forgiveness."
Having been given this reply, Paul again was sad. But only for a moment, because he saw the irrefutable truth for what it was.
Alas he stayed, accepted the offer made by HER, THE MASTER, gladly, and ultimately became the best HUMAN player of the INSTRUMENT ever alive. The fact his abilities never came close to the perfection he knew to be possible to achieve with THE INSTRUMENT never once let him entertain the notion that he was worse than he should be, never once let him entertain the notion he might have been better served having undergone genetic reconfiguration to modify his body - and ultimately his brain to be able to control 4 extra limbs. To the great delight of HER, THE MASTER, such perversion never once lit up in Paul, not in the slightest, not even when angry and envious humans or intolerable VENUSIAN INSTRUMENT PLAYERS, who would think to belittle Paul for his physiological attributes they considered deficiencies... repeatedly. And never once would he entertain the hopelessness of being a gimp these naysayers would have him feel as, for there was no competition to Paul, human or otherwise.
Paul had achieved what few creatures manage in life.
Paul had found his place.
On the day of his death, and every day before his death and after his acceptance of the offer of HER, THE MASTER, Paul was happy.
