Tough times and tough breaks beat the old man down to his lowest of low. He scratched his shaggy beard with one hand and typed into his phone with other.
“If you find this when I’m gone, all I can say is, I’m sorry. To have my wish turning true seemed… well, a wish coming true. Yet it was truly a nightmare. I’m not who I was. Nor are any of you. The wish I was granted was an alternative world where life was full of uncertainty and excitement, conflict and choice, and where two separate sexes that were alien to each other had to join to continue life. I thought I had created a paradise. A place where life was not at all mundane. Instead I created hell. I’m sorry.”
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