The Beginning...

These are my last words, my story committed to the pages of
a ragged notebook, which will probably be lost, never to be discovered, rotting in a landfill site somewhere in the south of what was once known as Great Britain. Now this country has no name, nowhere does, now everywhere is hell...

I now know I am what is called a Dreamer, its not something I asked for, it just is, I just am. I used to be normal, I was a lover, a father, I had a normal life, a job, a home, but no purpose other than toiling through the nine to five monotony, expected to be a yes man, a yes sir man, a yes I'll fix it man because you're so fucking stupid man, I couldn't understand how you could tell a person how to solve a problem so many times only for them to call you a day later with the same issue and no idea how to fix it.

But that was the start of it, a symptom of what was coming. We didn't know, no one did. It was the start of the degradation of the human intelligence, some would say there wasn't a lot to lose, but I disagree, along with hope our ability to learn and adapt is what separated us from other life, but not anymore.

What follows is my account of how this world descended into the shell it has become, how I became the weapon I am, the hope for the few, the one broken individual who could fix it, the one who failed.