I want to let you know that I existed, only for a bit. I was this random mix of carbon and a few elements. Raging against entropy, I stood – I walked. I even made sounds that other carbon water sacks could understand. I scratched and polluted my way across a tiny section of the planet. I saw some hills, some trees, and lights. I walked, I talked, I made paper money that was worthless. I’ve traded my rage of life for baubles to continue some insane grasp of things. Things, I am a thing. I’m just something that has been bought and sold, a number in a portfolio or a statistic. Not an extreme, not cool enough to be an outlier – hell I probably barely even affect the median. I’m a completely average nobody.