I rolled over in my bed and hit the temperature dial to my left, I intended to increase the temperature of my room, as I felt nothing but cold. After observing the dial, which read 20 degree celsius, I realised that the coldness I felt could not be accurate. I was chilled, to the bone. It was then that, after my intial confusion, I remembered what I had been dreaming about and why I had woken up, so cold. I dreamed of a time, in the distant past, or the distant future, it really didn't seem to matter which. In this time, I observed the lives of many humbled people. The technology consistently differed - but that made no impact in how I felt. These people, women, men, children, all shared a similar depression. The depression that could only be felt after a long philosophical introspection. "Why? Why did they have to die?" Countless lives... countless innocent 'souls' perished in one intense flash of light and heat. She had heard on the radio of the nuclear bombing of Antananarivo. She was sad. The empathy she felt for those people - though it was emotionally driven - was unbearable. She felt arrogant, or more accurately, self-centered, about having such a powerful emotional response to something that really did not effect her, or anyone she knew, but these kind of events were happening far too often. She felt ashamed to be human, she felt ashamed to be alive. She opened a cupboard and took out a small vial, she removed the fake cork cap, ingested the liquid within and shortly after fell into a permanent sleep. She died. "Why are you lonely mom? You have me, I love you. You know I do." the small, fair haired, golden skinned child said. "I'm lucky to have you, but when you get older you'll understand. I know you don't like him, but, I can't be alone, I can't provide for us. I do this for you, one day you'll see." retorted her mother. The child, now no longer a child, pondered those memories that she held so dearly. Her mother was long gone now, she felt some slight relief knowing that her mother could not feel lonely anymore, the thought that her mother could also feel nothing now removed any relief that she had previously felt.