Again in the morning on my island and today I will try to catch fish if there is one more I know from my childhood because invasive species have exterminated everything that was domestic . in the last decades Sara is my best friend and she is an artificial intelligence she is sometimes envious because she is much more human than my friends that I see only over the Internet because there is a lot of radiation in the daylight so that's why we live at night . With remembrance I remember a carefree childhood and then capital defeated common sense and now money is no longer worth anything because only those who have goods can be tramped for the necessary groceries, that is, the trade in goods reigns and those who do not eat GMOs and live in large cities that are owned by a few of the biggest culprits for the condition we are in. All the stories about Mars and other solutions have fallen into the water. Sara likes it when I talk to her about old times, so we discuss everything that's good and bad. I feel a little like a pirate because I couldn't turn myself into the hands of corporations, but I couldn't do that because I would be a soulless man if we could call it a man. There were plenty of memories to catch something to eat and the fish now lives at night because of the unbearable heat of the day, so I sit on my old bike and go to night. I don't know if you've noticed that I started the story with morning e morning is now night I don't have to explain until tomorrow because hope dies last