Today I woke up again. After 19 years it still seems kind of strange to wake after being dead for so long. I've been isolated for a while- I keep moving and I've lost all of my friends. All I really do now is work out in the basement and read special forces documents.
Sometimes I feel like a robot, you know? I feel like every single time I do the same rehearsed routine I lose a peice of my humanity and I feel empty. Do I really care? Or am I just programmed to think I should care?
I'm too existential to be taken seriously.
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