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        .. I thing: I was happy in a way: when I realized: that not only I never
be able to connect with the Doctor:  but even the crippled Ember has barely half
a year's worth of resources for two people   .. I'm not afraid .. in this story:
I'm the likable anti-hero: who eventually has to die:        because it would be
immoral: if he survived  .. oh .. where is that dude Laco?         .. who had no
questions? Where did the tough guy go with his essential: fuck off?    .. Did he
swear constantly: because he felt no emotion?  .. I didn't swear even in my head
for very long time .. it's because of him  .. the little one .. as I walked down
the corridor towards the hatchery:    I couldn't shake the thought of that giant
Solaris baby .. I was afraid: when I'll open the door:   there will be something
filthy and inhuman behind it: but I had never felt such love in my life: as when
the little boy looked at me for the first time   .. in that moment I completelly
forgave that sick bastard the Doctor for letting me kill them all:   so that his
twisted inventions could live   .. I'm not afraid .. only the thought scares me:
that I didn't leave soon enough ..