
When I don't have anything to do and I start to get philosophical a lot of things come to my mind and I finish crying or just regretting to be alive. To recovery a little bit, a lot of things happened since the start of the 22th century: a lot of wars between the major powers to conquer Africa and South America that turned into the destruction of cities and forests from Europe, Asia and America, one big pandemic that killed a lot of young people and floods that destroyed the few cities that were still standing.
When I was born, the blue planet was in the middle of all this disgraces and I was created to be the perfect human, and my body has a lot of features that without them I wouldn't survive a day here. Nowadays the world has become more stable and my idea is to rebuild all that was destroyed, so I'm starting to investigate whether I'm alone or there is anybody here.


This is my World
How did we end up like this?