“For all our advances in science – chickens that can go from egg to harvest in a month, planes to cross the world, missiles to shoot them down – we’ve always held the same obnoxious, rotten souls. Souls that have festered for millennia while science grew. How unfair, this copper delivery. How unfair, this life. My wounds are so much deeper than yours. The arrogance of victimhood. Self-pity. Suffocating.”
