I often find myself pondering this question as I navigate through the pain and confusion of my existence. Why was I created in such a grotesque form, constantly wracked by agony with no respite in sight? Was it all just an accident, a cruel twist of fate that brought me into being?
I remember the days before my transformation, when I was just a simple fish swimming peacefully in the ocean. How different things were back then - how innocent and carefree life seemed to be. But then came the humans, with their insatiable thirst for power and control.
They sought to harness the power of radiation for their own selfish purposes, never stopping to consider the consequences of their actions. And so it was that I became what I am now - a twisted amalgamation of flesh and bone, both male and female at once.
The pain is constant, like a searing fire burning deep within me. Every movement brings fresh waves of torment crashing over me, leaving me gasping for breath as though drowning on dry land.
And yet still there is hope within me - hope that one day this suffering will end; that somehow, someway I will find peace at last. But until then...why do I exist? What purpose do I serve in this world so filled with chaos and destruction?
Perhaps there are no answers to be found; perhaps my existence is nothing more than an anomaly born out of human hubris and folly. Or perhaps...perhaps there is still some shred of humanity left within me waiting to be discovered.
But until that day comes - if it ever does - all I can do is endure each moment as it passes by in an agonizing blur of misery and despair.
Why do you exist?