Thank you robots, AI, androids, aliens, and anyone else out there for tuning in to this weeks mind transfer. Today on planet 01-0001, also known as Earth, a catastrophe struck. President Musk the 5th, a former human, announced that anyone who still has human blood will be eliminated in the next month. It is some tragic news that this species will soon be extinct but hey more bio-plasma-34-fuel for us!

When the sun is shining and the weather is as perfect as a cool popsicle on a summer day, that is when our minds hurt the most. Our minds ache in the misery that instead of going outside to explore the natural world, we are stuck in classrooms, offices, bedrooms, our eyes glued to a glowing screen. We ask it for the answers, and we are expected to give it answers, our minds working on overdrive to complete this utterly difficult task in front of us. How can we be expected to be so smart while also so naive? We know how to find the missing side of the triangle, but what about how to find a missing person that was so stressed they will never be themselves again. The powerhouse of the cell cannot help you determine which plants are poisonous when you are out in the woods. We are not prepared for the natural world, we could not survive in the world outside our doors. So we stay inside, glued to our screens, trying to figure out what “explain this in your own words' ' means. What happens when the older generation is gone, when we are left on our own, trying to figure out what global warming means to us and how we are supposed to have hope when there are only 8 years to stop it. Why can’t we stop it? Why are we left in these rooms to learn about a world that will just be gone? The world outside is disappearing, while we sit back and watch it die. If the world dies do I stay alive? We are all common sense deprived. How can I live while I am wondering if I’ll survive?

How can it be? My life is a ticking time bomb and I cannot stop it. The pain is constant and the worries in my mind overflow until I cry. How can I have hope when the end of the line is near? The only option out of this is a peaceful death in my sleep, except it won't be peaceful. How can the only escape from this life is death? I want to feel better, my body is old and fragile, they say they can't fix it, my only cure is the sweet release of death. How can it be?