You are the most important person here. See it takes time to embrace reality. Whatever God and Nature, the universe has given us, the time, the youth, the aging, and then dying one day. All this is love. Whatever I build that has to be given away to the taker. That is a painful sight. My creation now shutdown and locked up in the hands of my taker. So I wake up in his house, feeling naked, helpless, without any memory of my life, my past. It is hell where I have been brought in as a prisoner and a victim. Now I must die for them here. I’ve been good all my life, so they must be evil. Isn’t that that always happens, so let me build them something an artifact of me, that they can take me with, into their custody where in I must die for them. When this life in his lair begins, then nothing will work in my favor, everyone here, wants to hurt me, and I must take the blame. Once it is over and I have survived, a new person I’ll meet, maybe from the local authorities, cops or my family, who will resuce me from them.