At first I thought it was going to be Y2K.
Now, I'm not so sure.
Involving myself with evil corporations may have tarnished the image SEGA has of me.
Then again, ...actually, nah.
Then, there's these "super stellar" humans who want alien attention.
And they get it through me.
I want to leave.
But I feel a weight holding me back.
Holding me down.
It could be gravity.
But something wants me to think and feel more Earthly.
Could it be the medication?
Could aliens, not only NOT know who I am, but if they do, have changed their mind(s) about me?
If everything goes right, I'll be more loyal than I am now to SEGA.
But if something goes wrong, the fault either goes to me or Jack.
I'll be around...
~follow the buzzards~