It seems that
villainy is increasing quickly. Every day more faces grimace at
me. Why are these people becoming like this? Changing rapidly
looking quite amiss. The attitudes of strangers are an automatic
negative. I don't see how the weak can live. Frozen by stares
of the zombie hordes that face me. If I were not here, what would
replace me? And the eyes of the baby change beneath the message.
The truth is slow and anti-progressive. I don't know if it can
get any better. She will always take advantage if you let her.
The goal has become merely the material. Attain an item with the
number serial. Make yourself the label, so you can be seen. Just
a pretty cog in the grand machine. I'm frightened for what it
will become. When all my appendages are rendered numb.