Swarms of grey and vapor swallow the earth. I am but one in a cluster, accompanied by dour folk. Earth’s brood of comatose capability; a disinterested populace with a propensity towards apathy. Inveterate bodies fulfilling their false imperative. Heed the beckoning of collateral advancement, an amendment to ardor. Evolution of man, tellurian innovation. I will become the incarnate in a world of misery.