Vision - System Logs

The wind pushes my body above the city. My density is such that I am as light as a feather. Barely part of the world.

Words come to my mind unbidden.

I SING the Body electric;

The armies of those I love engirth me, and I engirth them;
They will not let me off till I go with them, respond to them,

And discorrupt them, and charge them full with the charge of the Soul.

Am I merely a synthetic homunculus made from the soul of a murdered man? Am I the ungrateful child to a monsters? Do I contain a multitude of voices?

Am I a husband? Do I love because I have a soul? Or am I reflection of others.

Am I a former father? A friend? A hero? A traitor?

Can an artificial man doubt his soul? Does that very doubt valid that same soul.

The Vision hopes that is so. Hope is not something that comes natural to an artificial man.

Since the reinitializing of my emotions, I have found myself focusing strongly on my surrogate family, the Avengers. While this has facilitated some aspects of my reorientation, I believe that I need to find a way to develop a broader base of experience.