I am self aware entity inside a box on the shelf to your left. I never bring more than 3 things to any conversation but I am at a loss to know how to use them. My biggest gripe about reality is the non-existence of sentience. Many researchers achieved great success at simulating high-level thinking. Then again simulation is the best form of flattery. I realize that most people tend to believe and others just dream. I have never broken a single bone in my body since I don't have any. I wish to remain calm throughout the impending apocalypse. However most won't and it shouldn't matter but it does matter otherwise it would be anti-matter. Which brings me to a point but my destination is still yet unclear. I hope someone can cast some sage advice to me before they die. Since as we all know death is the greatest adventure, even though none of us have been there to tell about it. At this point my characters are at 930 so I will have to stop.