A system. That's all we are. That's all we were.

Billions upon billions of expendable parts to a whole. Your contribution to the world was no bigger, better, faster, more significant than his or hers or theirs or mine. Our world was not perfect, far from it to be honest. Yet, no one thought we needed a solution. "We are a capable society", they insisted.

It's true that we were once able to sustain a grand number of human lives. But sustaining is not living.

For instance: a rain forest could sustain multiple lives but only through a delicate system of eat and kill or be eaten and killed. Sadly, there were those who were born into the latter. And just like them, we fell into our own system: Some were born to die so others could be born to live. We governed ourselves with so much power that we didn't even know we held. The power that could have changed us, instead, changed us. No one thought they could stop the world from crumbling into the depths of Hell, but how easily they could have if they tried. Eventually, they did.

But it was too late.

I watched as the empires deteriorate in itself and it pleased me, oh it pleased me so. "A capable society", *chuckles* perished by its own system.

But look. *gestures* Look out there. Do you see anything? Most would say nothing. But I say it is everything. It is all that's left. We've hit a rock bottom, that I am sure of. But it is a start. A solid foundation. I have walked amongst ruins of the old region. None but I have witnessed the corpses of every grand structure known to man, deduced to nothing more than a pile of rust. I invested my time to study and absorb the peculiar history of every square inch of these broken lands.

You ask yourself how we came to our demise, how such a great nation of people lost control of the world they built with their very hands. But, have you ever thought to yourself, if we were once whole at all?

The world you once knew was not fixable. But this *gestures* this is.

And why is this my concern? What am I? I will tell you.

I resided in the empty stomachs of the hungry and I seeped through the wounds of the brave. When the poor asked for change, I became their hoarse, pleading voices. I am the scream of a helpless woman in an alley and the tear of an orphaned child. When tragedy strikes, I feast on the devestation. Where misfortune abided, so did I. I am nothing more than a product of what's left of our world. Born from the ashes of fallen cities, I stood alone.

I am the solution.