'It isn't as easy as you may think, living in this ivory tower of mine. But as I see it, someone has to watch over the people below.'
'Somebody has to be the one to make sure that they don't get hurt, or hurt each other. The people below, children of the times they live in. Feeble in the way they live, feeble in the way they love.'
'I can't help but think, now and then, about the time before the pulse. I think about the way that we once existed, together, a community. Now all those times have gone. We look only to survive the next day.' He pushes himself off of the chair he sits on, the effort it takes evident.
'It's a tragedy you know. Some people don't survive. And we sometimes fail to notice. No more articles about individual murders or assaults, hell if anyone bothers to fill out a report.' He moves towards the computer station he has set up in a hideaway corner of his apartment.
'People are unusual creatures, remarkable only in their ability to adapt with the times. Some in the past thought it was our greatest advantage. But I beg to differ. We have all turned to thieves and creatures of a dark night.' He removes the wire frames from his face and begins to adjust the equipment. 'But I intend to change that, or at least start to make a difference.'
'My unlikely ally, and I, a genetically engineered superhuman soldier, designed to kill and not to be killed; desperate to find those like her. The only links to the past she has.' He glances over to a photo of himself and a smiling girl with dark hair and eyes of deep brown.
He begins typing rapidly, different screens appearing then disappearing. A final adjustment of a camera to his left, a swift click of the space bar and his quest begins anew.
"This is a streaming freedom video bulletin. It cannot be traced. It cannot be stopped. It is the only free voice left in this city..."
'Somebody has to be the one to make sure that they don't get hurt, or hurt each other. The people below, children of the times they live in. Feeble in the way they live, feeble in the way they love.'
'I can't help but think, now and then, about the time before the pulse. I think about the way that we once existed, together, a community. Now all those times have gone. We look only to survive the next day.' He pushes himself off of the chair he sits on, the effort it takes evident.
'It's a tragedy you know. Some people don't survive. And we sometimes fail to notice. No more articles about individual murders or assaults, hell if anyone bothers to fill out a report.' He moves towards the computer station he has set up in a hideaway corner of his apartment.
'People are unusual creatures, remarkable only in their ability to adapt with the times. Some in the past thought it was our greatest advantage. But I beg to differ. We have all turned to thieves and creatures of a dark night.' He removes the wire frames from his face and begins to adjust the equipment. 'But I intend to change that, or at least start to make a difference.'
'My unlikely ally, and I, a genetically engineered superhuman soldier, designed to kill and not to be killed; desperate to find those like her. The only links to the past she has.' He glances over to a photo of himself and a smiling girl with dark hair and eyes of deep brown.
He begins typing rapidly, different screens appearing then disappearing. A final adjustment of a camera to his left, a swift click of the space bar and his quest begins anew.
"This is a streaming freedom video bulletin. It cannot be traced. It cannot be stopped. It is the only free voice left in this city..."