….goes a long way. From what I’ve seen of myself, I either don’t think enough or I do it entirely too much.

My life is dominated by my technology. I’ve come to accept that fact over the years, molding it into my personality like one would mold clay. But why have I done this? It’s seemed to take itself in at the expense of things like a social life, activity, even physical health. The smoking sure isn’t healthy, but I don’t care about that. It’s a way of venting my frustrations with the world.

And this is where I believe it all comes from. The world in general is a place I despise. Humanity is spiraling down into a void from which returning will be either impossible or wholly destructive to society as a whole. Some major event will have to radically alter the thinking of nearly every human being on the planet before we can even begin to pick up the pieces. I look outside and I see a world being destroyed by the ever-expanding limits of human stupidity. So I lock myself in with machines, and forge my mind into something far greater than most humans could hope to possess.

I’ve begun thinking about this process. Why do I do this? Why am I the way I am? Why can I discern things that most others cannot? Is it something to do with my brain, or my genetics? Is it something that is learned or is it my nature? Was I destined to become a shut-in, hiding away from the world while making friends of my machines?

I have not found any answers. Most likely, I never will, and I somewhat hope that it stays this way. I believe that only through sheer force of mind and will can we forge ourselves ahead into our future. We need to stop being so petty, caring only about what celebrities are wearing and who’s white-trash sister was on a talk show last week. We need to stop buying into hype, terror, and hysteria generated by the mass media.

When this day comes, I will don my mask and armor. I will rise up, and I will be a leader among the new generation. I will show the world what it is that makes those who are strong of mind survive, and when I do, the world will tremble and the stars will resonate with my being.

I am Darkstar. I am the destroyer of worlds. I am coming, and you cannot stop me.

–Author’s Note: This is part of a backstory I wrote for an anti-hero/villain character I was once going to write a book about. I’ve only ever written a chapter or so, and never really got farther than this. The inspiration is my own mind and observations on the world, along with creative inspiration from long years of roleplaying character development. I just thought that I should post it to the world and allow the world to see what my mind comes up with.