Journal of a pragmatic rover - Prologue
Place : Somewhere in the realm of subconscious.
Time: I have seen the tiniest of single cell organisms trans-mutate into the gigantic dinosaurs, saw the world undergo a plethora of changes. From size is might to a world where the actions of an individual determine the destiny of the entire species. I have vested the control in the hands of a few at one point, distributed it in the hands of many yet I see the world burn. I seek a view, unbiased and critical. One that is indicative of reality in its truest sense. I’ve seen you for a while now and you seem a perfect fit. Shall you be of my aid? It’s TIME that beseeches.
Printing Press: Words and I are one; call me a poet, a writer or the voice. I speak but the truth. I have seen it all and said it all, as I’ve seen it. I, the Printing Press, hereby assures thee, TIME, that I will have the will of the people expressed. All in its truest sense, I shall not budge under any pressure, nor will I mislead any. Ask me anything and the truth shall be yours. I warn you, it may pinch for truth is a bitter-sweet potion that takes time to set in, but once rooted shall blow your minds out!
