Fuck your lies. No offense to Gaia, but I’ve wanted to get off this planet for decades. Fuck your illusions, your wargames, your stupid tech, your amusements, and your apathy. You’re lame in your torture, pathetic in all executions, even with the resources your oppression truly does cause me to romanticise my eventual death… All this fucking pain I go through because all the right people are dying for the wrong reasons… Yeah, I want to quit. I want to just grab that blade and end Me… But that’s where the real pain comes in… As much as I want to fucking die I can’t bring myself to do it. I can’t. Most people here have bent to your whims but I found a good bunch of real people, who truly feel passions and suffer unfulfilled desires for merely existing, even in other’s memories… My fucked up life has value no matter what you do. I feel like shit because I actually care. Yeah, I care. But I don’t give a damn because my language is superior, my heart is true, and I give compassion, empathy, love… I care about them, and so despite my hatred of my experience and habits I love my new friends.
You’re the lower creature. You are the loathsome, the chaff, the bullies, the abusers. I will soar the cosmos when I choose. Go fuck yourself. You might like it. ;]