I have no fear, no joy, no pain or hate. All I know is to feed. From my birth, nothing else has ever truly satisfied me. Many tried and failed to make me see the light, but as I stared at the infinite, dark, empty abyss only one thing came to my mind. Confusion.

Why do so many people claim to have found the beauty in this wasteland of a planet? All I could see was a whole load of people that needed to die. As I hummed in thought, I finally realised something;

I don't care.

Money? can I eat it?

Power? I don't need it.

Violence? Why should I care?

Death? It happens every day, pal.

Even though this world sucks, not everyone deserves to die. Even if I did have the power to kill everyone, why would I do it? Also, I'm far too lazy to even try such a task