The world is Black, venom, and Hell. It is not even real, just like flames damning incarcerations, arrogant monstors demons, feasting on our flesh. But how does it get to us, men, real people. Yes, it is brought to us through Sir. The man who makes real out of Black. The father, the mother of us all. how can we survive without him ? Pandutji is even our grandfather. We all die for him, he is our hero. Money is how he built the modern world. But he does not make available everyone from the dark world into our modern real world, so they look like “strange” or freaks. The future is bright, not hell, only science and technology. It is going to be fun, like in continuum, no lags, no hick ups, no unreals. Think 007. Drax.