I learned more about my family--or more specifically, my kids.

Mason, the older one, loves to read. He’s only a three-year-old, but he already reads middle-school level books! Or maybe he was just pretending to read all of those times. Anyways, his eyes light up like saucers when he sees any books and he jumps up and down shouting like he just won the lottery.

The younger one, Selena, is still a baby. She’s a quiet baby who seems to be watching everything. She seems so concentrated when she watches, like she’s watching an incredible movie. And then she grins. She grins at anyone and anything. And her laugh… Her laugh is so beautiful that my day gets better just remembering it.

And my wife--she is the most beautiful, lovable, wonderful woman that I...I can’t remember.

I miss them.

I wonder how old they’ll be when I see them again.

If I see them again.

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I’m lonely. People can live alone but solitude drives one crazy. Yes, I have all the things in the world to keep me busy. Yes, I have a trillion books I can read and over a million languages I can learn.

But I’m alone. I’m completely alone.

It’s even worse than that guy in that one anime (what was his name?) who “Created” other people in his world. At least he had people to talk with. A conversation cannot happen without at least two sides.

I need someone--besides myself--to talk to.

I long for some sort of contact, anything.

This solitude hurts.

Is this what those criminals in solitary confinement feel like (except they don’t have anything to do, unlike me)? But they have guards passing by and half of them are already crazy. Or maybe they’re in a worse situation than me.

I don’t want to be here. I don’t care if I’ll live forever or if I cannot die or if I could do all the things in the world. It’s all worthless without family, friends, someone to share these experiences with.

But if this was all for my family, I regret nothing. They should be able to live a luxurious life without any debt.

I wonder how many hours have passed since I first came here? How many days, months, maybe years? Has time been distorted? Am I in a time after the fall of humanity? Is this even real? Am I even real?

No one will respond to my questions. Again, I’m all alone.

I’m begging whoever is out there, maybe listening to my thoughts. Let me out. Please.