The end of another chapter.

Probably after all, you need people. I need people.

Who am I?

What do I represent?

I don't believe in my actions or rather I don't agree with them.

Why?

Principles... wrong ones, right ones, corrupt ones? ingenuos ones? Probably just M.I.N.E. turbated like the rest of my being.
Just wished it wouldn't make other people suffer. Well neither me. But it seems unavoidable.