Here I sit, staring into the abyss and wondering why I should bother cleaning up messes I didn't make. Why should I or anyone suffer for the mistakes of another? Why should I put forth any effort to aid something I can't stand?
If ever I'm painted into a corner again, I am either going to go into system shutdown mode, or destroy everything the predator thinks it owns, for I too have NOTHING LEFT TO LOSE!
If the world knew what I knew, it would be so much different. So much better! But we can't have that, can we? Until we kill most of ourselves off, huh? Then the survivors will have no choice. They either know already, or they will learn. . .FAST!
As for remembering the future. . .I was WRONG! I think.
