Today.

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.

History.

Relations.

Exercises.

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.

Signing off-
The Beast.