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Entry #31
There is no excuse for ignorance. Yet it is everywhere. Oh how it persists. I am plagued by the ignorant and the apathetic. Their continued existence makes me sick to my stomach and puts my nerves on edge. Every part of me is repulsed by the happy sheep who speak only in grunts and baying. I try to ignore them, but when the world is falling to pieces around you it is hard to keep your attention off the faults of man.
The world requires intelligence in order for it to make sense. The more you know, the more you search, the more that is revealed that you don't know yet. Even with a lifetime devoted to study it is impossible to know everything. I understand this. Even with this is mind, without study what is the point of life. Just wasting my oxygen, my food, my water. These things I could be using but these stupid sheep continue to feed, continue to hump, continue to breath and fart and speak even though their existence is pointless.
Their fleece is cut, their flesh is taken when they are too old and yet they stand by and allow themselves to stay as a flock for the slaughter. They are content with this. They are happy to run around, to stand in fear of the unknown while allowing someone else to manage their lives and to feel for them, react for them. "Let someone else do it." It is the anthem of their nation, a nation I no longer belong to.
And you know, if they were to ask me to come back I would know what I would say.
But these things are of no matter. I don't have long as it is. Even now, so far into it, I can tell that I am losing myself to the treatment. I have tried. God knows I have tried to resist, but their persistence is commendable. I think I a may very well die here, but not yet. I will not perish until the truth is known. Until all is revealed. The truth about the current way of things. The truth about the world.
It all happened so fast that not even I am sure that things were any different before. Those walls, those towering walls that cast those on the outskirts of the city and beyond in darkness half the time and keep us in. Those abominable eyesores that make it clear that we are not free, that we are not righteous, that we are nothing more than penned animals.
But not me.
Oh, not me my dear comrades. I am different. But I suppose that is why am here instead of out there. Quietly wasting my oxygen, my food, my water. I am rotting away, most of what I am is already gone. But inside there is something holding on, something deeper than their efforts that keeps me together, keeps me from rotting away. Rotting away like the rest of the world, in this large scale decontamination room.
They speak of germs. They speak of infection. But I know they only tell me this to try and make me believe their promises. I know the truth. I know I am already damned.

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