Okay so by nature you don’t give, you don’t yield, only day after day, keep working tirelessly, mindlessly, totally on instinct, the die in some spectacular way, no one could tell. I completely believe in you now. I can’t read you either, no body language, no clues, only signs. I give to you. You win, I take the blame, walk away with self inflicted baggage. All these people, billions of them, in a stupid suit, doing what? Is that a cover up? Smoke screen? Not giving, hiding your guilt? When this is over I don’t want to know your name either. We are already in the new game, that’s running here, seek peek. Why would I keep you arrogant, you have to give. Don’t run or hide. Just talking to myself. See the Red Queen syndrome is nothing but, reality, that I’m all alone, just hurting myself. I should be staying aloof here in this station, because these people aren’t shutting this place down yet. Their hopes are that of absolution. How do I get off this base, just hiding inside air ducts, locked garage rooms, that I call hideouts. And then the conscience call of seeing humans, but they are not real. Just meat people, meat kids, meat families, in reality they are all ready to explode, and put an end to this place. Running such a nuclear installation, such a facility which being, as we speak, rigged to the last bolt, to kill me, good guys, why would I thinking about giving up, or making conversation.