A living thing without feelings

"This is a book for autographs in which my friends all sign. And if you will jot down your name it will suit me fine. Cause when I look back in later years and see this book of names I hope to see you all on ___ and every name with fame."

Francis Kelly (1920-1943)

My great uncle's opening page in his school year book. He joined the war effort during WWII. He was a waist gunner in a B-17 that was shot down somewhere over the western French countryside.

He wanted to be an aviator and maybe move to California to try and be a signer after the war.

Gas is stupid expensive along with everything else.

People are being what was thought to be once cartoonishly evil out in the open.

You try not to bash your head into your desk as you try and use the AI agent that will at some point relatively soon take your job. You look at your phone to see dystopian level headlines but you dont know what is the truth and whats propaganda.

Your phone dings, its a discord message from a friend you've known since 5th grade. Asking if 8 pm works to meet with you and your other mutual friend since middle school. To discuss how you're all worried about your other mutual friend from high schools quick self isolation into a romantic relationship.

Picture this:

Do i settle?

Do i advocate even if it leads to potential disolvement? Will i have to fall and rise again?