Genesis

Paul Brooks: [narrating] Paul Brooks journal day 518. It was once said that those suffering from the incapacity to love are living in hell. I often wonder if Dostoevsky wanted to say more, because what I know of hell isn't simply a place where love doesn't exist. Nor is it a place you go when you die. Hell is here, in this facility. In the body and in the mind.Hell is a battle you know you will one day lose. It's waking up every morning with the very real threat that it could be your last. It's watching other human beings starve, while those with the means ignore them. It's placing the hope for humanity on artificial intelligence. It's having a daughter you don't recognize anymore, and who doesn't recognize you anymore. Hell is what the East inflicted on us two years ago when they pushed the button on day zero. And now, as our food supplies run drastically low, our friends and families forced into punishment details with substandard equipment. Our continued attempts to communicate with other facilities failing. Hell is creeping in to the collective conscience of those that remain. The reason and rational is all but depleted. I wish I knew what the future holds, but that would mean believing that there is a future. I don't know how much longer we have left.