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.