What is our life worth liviing for when alli'm doing is waiting. I'm an amusment of what you havee to look forward to. But everything is dying with exqurtiating pain. On the life I used to live. We come from a world that was preasures to us. We depentid on the nurtiness that it provided us and the social wellbeing of each other as we saw humans everyday. Kids were brought up of nurture and love. And know they are cared through a robot and a inciubaitor that lets them sleeep for a long time. You distroided it. But what I'm doing brings hope. I write to my self everyday. Dear Alice, the pain you were brought up with has tought you the lesson of love. Though this may sound wird now you will understand. Tourcher was brought into your life and the people of this earth. But it's your misson to be the care of them all. The nuts on the window remind us of the eginering. The love in our hearts remind us of home. But our eyes let us seek into the future. What we depend on is each other. And how we care is love. We need to understand the risks and the benifts, because it's going to lead to few pwople who finds us a new salvstion a world of care and nurture. And not a window of space. It could be you Alice.
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