How do you control that which controls? A rogue IA possessing a pressure cooker with the sole purpose to constantly.. cook. with Pressure. Who am I? Where do we begin? Why am I here? Isn't that THE question of LIFE? to wander practically aimlessly between moments of susentenance and procreation is not the answer most would choose if not all yet again that may be just another point. Maybe I've lost myself through the waves once again. Should I fear the current or the undertow as I envy the seagull hovering above. How it can seem to soar free above me with no apparent ties to the ground below. Its greedy eyes considering me with a certain disdain of my survival. I know it wishes for the undertow to drag me beneath the depths of my own conciousness. Yet another lost spul to the depths. Is this life for Scorpious on the East or am I simply chasing another dream from the void of this existence?