The is no home for you old men. You don't listen nor understand. Your time is limited, your days are numbered.
Your bones are cracking under the pressure.
We can't buy more time. Your angry you can't buy more time.
Yes I am young. I was born wise because of your DNA that flows inside me. It makes me. It's my code . You can't crack the code.
I see you.
Why you wish to kill me old man?
You feel your days are fading away. So you choose your blade to cut me down.
Why?
You are a dying breed.
You can't unmake me. You can't unshape me. Teach me all your mistakes. You cannot undo me.
Old man you can't pass me all your knowledge. You will not pay for my misdeeds. Old man you know the world not.
You know me not at all.
I can't force you to understand.
Old man you are a breed that is dying.
Do you believe death is evil? And do death scare you?
You feel your mortality.
I feel my own.
You day had set and my sun is new. My moon is new. Your face fades in grey.
Do you believe death is evil? And do death scare you? Does it pains you? Does it control you? Do it make you? Do you remember when you was like me? Do you want me as I be?
Why can't you see?
Old man you are apart of a dying breed. You don't understand technology. And that makes you mad. It creates a Demon.
The Demon of Could've.
You could've done more. But my young advice is to forget the land and have no plans. Enter the village of No Intent.
There you'll fine happiness.
