//January 20th, 2089//
>>I went out today. The streets were slick from rain, the air sharp and brisk. I lost myself quickly in the sea of people. How little do they know, I thought to myself. I can smell their stench, their vanity. Observing them, I thought, what has become of us…our society? We’re all in love with ourselves.
I begin to wonder if it was worth it…all my time, my work, my discoveries. Who was I really helping? These people? Myself? Perhaps I should have quit long ago, when I first felt the exhilaration of playing God.<<